skxrbrand

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends, and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski

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why so handsome?

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" The Blood God likes three things: Blood, skulls, and sitting down." -- Slaanesh probably

ITS COMPLETE. Or, as complete as it's going to be (decided not to do his wings orz). Been drawing Big Red a lot lately, and getting in some much needed drawing practice. This pose was inspired by that one post by @shayd . Enjoy big bara blood god! Drawing his fuzz is always so much fun~

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these are my dialogue options when you talk to me btw

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That was one thing he didn't like about this smaller form. How...moveable it was. The fiend's strength doesn't surprise him much; the pleasure-kin were often deceptively strong opposite their fragile appearances.

But, those fragile appears tending to hold true, too. Without a word, the 'man' snarls, snapping out a brawl arm and grabbing the other's ankle. With a flex of hands, he squeezes hard enough to shatter bone.

" You've just made your last mistake, flesh fiend."

"Whorekin? Now that is a new one~" he purred with amusement in his tone. Drawing closer to the big man his fingers mockingly walking up his arm as he chortled.

"I don't know..I see so much that could be feasted upon right here~" he hummed. His deep dark red eyes focused on the larger man's features as his shoulders rolled.

"Why don't you be a good boy. And Kneel!" He hissed. His leg kicking the other's out from under him. Making him topple over with a harsh 'thud'. Looking down at him with a rather coy smirk as he crossed his arms.

"I love it when big men fall hesd over heels for me~"

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" Please. When a god personally puts his hands on your form, then you can whine." Skarbrand crosses his arms, angling his head purposefully to show off his injuries.

"And perhaps you would have." Skarbrand concedes that point. He hasn't forgotten the rather recent death he suffered fooling around with the Arch-Tempter and that hadn't even been in battle.

Skarbrand screws up his face, but he allows N'kari his hug. He does lick his bloody claws, though, more interested in the magic rich blood than the Tempter's shenanigans.

" It vexes me everyday how you are Slaanesh's finest Keeper."

Vexation. And dim, undifferentiated desire fizzing beneath Skarbrand's irritation.

“Oh yes, the flames of Asuryan, very mortal indeed. The sword of Khaine, another plain mortal weapon. No divinity involved at all.” N’kari snaps sarcastically.

“And if I had used my “tricks” — as you call it— I would have slain you. No Shalaxi. Possibly no Azazel! I would have been the sole favorite of my master. Fortunate for has both that I had not won. Imagine how much more insufferable I could have been!”

Taking advantage of Skarbrand’s closeness, N’kari leans back and embraces the reaper. The brass claws digging dangerously deep through his back. “And I would have not seduced you, my sweet Skarbear!”

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very happy for the canadians on dash today

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@dominusluxuriae cont from here

" No. You would crumble, like a leaf in fall. You would break more than...'a nail.' "

Skarbrand rolls his shoulders. He does not at all like how the other fiend is eyeing him, snorting.

" A child of the Lord of Pleasure, are you?" The hunger in his eyes says enough. And the subtle disgust wrinkling Skarbrand's face says much as well. " There is no feast for you here, whorekin."

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"You did not lose to a god. Aenarion was mortal." Skarbrand replies. " He was mortal both times he defeated you."

The Arch-Tempter's sentiment seems to offend the Reaper, who frowns and glimpses his fangs.

" No cause for embarassment. You were weaker. Of course you lost." Skarbrand gestures to a wound on his chest; a dark patch of brass-flesh near his sternum hardened with scar tissue.

"And you almost killed me before you did it."

“There is no shame in losing to a god.” N’kari declares imperiously.

“It is not failure if success is impossible. I would say it is far more embarrassing to lose to you. Slaanesh had personally blessed me with the Witstealer, and that still hadn’t been enough.”

“Mind you, I was young back then. Far more arrogant. I hadn’t understood the way of the world. Believed that I could defeat you in sheer physical combat. Very silly. Obviously I should have used every trick up my sleeve.”

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ok last update on this image but check out the big sexy Blood God :3

Got a lotta new followers but old threads to get to but the focus is just Elsewyr like that one Elder Scroll (idk i dont go there)

have this very early khorne wip featuring his tiddies as an apology

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Character Dossier

BASICS

Full Name:

Skarbrand Ragefeaster (Use-Name)

Uhll'y'khar'shishyr'ni-nyth (True-name)

Known Alias(es): Exiled One, Wrathful Reaper, Wingless One, The Unforgiven

Age: Eons

Gender: No Gender (often called he/it)

Birthday: None

Heritage: Daemon of Khorne

Religion: Khornate (quasi non-practicing)

Sexual & Romantic Orientation: Graysexual Aromantic (Ambivalent-Repulsed)

Status: Alive

Residencies: Infernius (Chaos Wastes)

Highest Education Level: N/a

Occupation(s): Daemon Lord

PHYSICAL EXAMINATION

Facial Features: Tusks, blue tongue, broken horns, facial disfigurement, long beard

Face-claim: Himself

Voice: Very daemon, guttural

Voice-claim: James Ballanger

Eyes: One Blue Eye, One Golden Eye

Hair: Black

Body Type: Muscular

Distinguishable Marks: skull-shaped birthmark between colarbones, lightning scars

Weight: 8.8 tons

Height: 18'8"

MENTAL EVALUATION

Mental Illnesses: Depression, Curse Induced Rage-Madness

Psychological Profile: Insane to Mortals, Typical to Daemons

Positive Traits: Loyal, Determined, Honest, Capable of Empathy

Negative Traits: Irritable, Close-Minded, Stubborn, Blood-crazed Psycopath

Alignment Type: Chaotic Evil

Personality Type: ENTJ

Phobias: Khorne

Mannerisms: Hunches over, grumbles and growls, paces, tends to hide self away when not occupied

Hobbies & Interests: Murder, Battle, Collecting worthy skulls for his hoard

STRATEGIC ANALYSIS

Combat Style: Bold, melee-focused, offensive

Weapon of Choice: Twin Axes, Fire breath

Hand-to-Hand Combat Proficiency: Berserker Like, not his strong suit, but an efficient battler

Tactical Strengths: Offensive focused, boosts morale of allies, a focus-fire point for enemies, patient

Tactical Weaknesses: A focus fire point for enemies, severe and demanding to allies, doesn't tolerate usurpation by other daemons, prefers direct approach and generally never considers stealth or misdirection as options

Signature Techniques: Driving all around him into a kill frenzy

Pain Tolerance: Very High

Defensive Skills: Offense is the best defense; Skarbrand has metallic skin that will turn aside most weapons, especially non-magical ones

AFFILIATIONS & RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Khorne (father), Malal (sibling), Kha'xanzyr (brother), Khazaan (brother), Offspring (w/ N'kari), Offspring (genetic monstrosity spawned by @heliinx), Offspring-to-be (w/ Tanakhuill)

Allies & Associates: N'kari (@alphabitchnkari), Azriel (@vehxmence), Terrence (@feelinsheepish), Gluttony, Lyss ( @serpentofslaanesh )

Rivalries: An'ggrath, Khazaan, Kha'xanzyr

Enemies: All mortals, most daemons

Romantic History: N'kari, though he would sneer at the word 'romance'

Tanakhuill, strictly for reproduction

Notable Friends: None (yet)

HABITS & LIFESTYLE

Daily Routine: Wake up, patrol, hunt, spar, wander, sharpen weapons, maintain skull hoard, feel khysk, oversee territories, stock the abattoir, fight, kill, sleep

Diet & Nutrition: Blood, Raw Flesh, Bone broth, souls

Exercise Habits: Combat

Grooming Habits: Routinely maintains his board, and his two good horns, neglects wings. Bathes self if blood-perspiration becomes inconvenient.

Substance Use: N'kari's soporifics (unintenional)

Sleep Patterns: Erratic, often has insomnia

Personal Aesthetic: Brass, black, red

Favorite Books: War history books, daemonic ones preferably

Favorite Music Genres: None, thinks music is stupid

Favorite Art/Architecture: None, thinks art is dumb

Tagged By: stole it

Tagging: steal it!

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Skarbrand looks interested. Then swiftly disappointed, " An inebriated foe is hardly a foe at all. I prefer my kills with their wits about them." Then again, killing a human woman was generally no sport either.

The Reaper gives a rumble of resignation. Quantity over quality then.

"Where are they, exactly? Are they close?"

"Listen -- I already know I cannot win. I know for a fact I will not win any battle against you. But could I interest you in some drugged-out ax-wielding lunatics back from the direction I came?" Pretty positive they are so drugged up that they wouldn't see the size difference. Gesturing back in the direction she came from. "If anything it would be insanely entertaining just watching them scream."

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Being a creature of impulse, and unwilling to hesitate especially before so many lesser daemons, there really is only one thing to do in Khazaan's eyes. It's barely a thought, more of a reflex.

His teeth are locked around the closest antler in a moment, tugging at it with the full intention to rip it free and consume it.

If he expects the War-Mage to balk, he is mistaken.

Azriel is uncomfortably close in an instant, neck and back arched. It isn't overt aggression, yet, but perhaps it's a little hard to tell whether that subtle tail flick is simply the result of the motion or a telltale sign he's toying with the daemon.

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Got a lotta new followers but old threads to get to but the focus is just Elsewyr like that one Elder Scroll (idk i dont go there)

have this very early khorne wip featuring his tiddies as an apology

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It's snowing! Not just normal snow either-- some flakes are red and taste of coppery blood, others are iridescent and sting with arcane energy! There are purple ones, sweet on the tongue and some are green-- most people avoid those.

And this big orange brute (and his fury companions) is eating the falling snowflakes!

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"Disgraceful."