#Xaallo (Prince);

[xaallo]

A saucy December Commission of the Blond Boy Xaallo, drawn by the always talented @sallllltywater. I wonder what he's hiding in that socking....

A sort-of Companion to This Piece; Now I just need a Kjoll one and the trifecta will be complete~

[ramsei501st]

After almost 24hrs of travelling and having to find my american charger bc i only brought my australian laptop charger, i finally have time to sit down and post from my laptop B) dies

anyways, some handsome boys from @skxrbrand!! As always it's such a joy to draw them, thank you so much for commissioning me<3

[geckoodles]

Second part of commission batch, an Emil for @spikemuthtoothfairy / @skullsforkhorne !

[therxtking]

" sit down before you fall down. "

Well... There wasn't much he could argue. Though he more expected to get made fun of if not hurt worse by the golden prince seeing his walk of shame.

Gordon had taken to dancing in his boots again for more intense training. And intense is what he'd got. Now he was walking down the hall with both feet probably broken and twisted after a bigger jump and harder landing than he was ready for.

With a soft growl and pinning his ears, he sat down in the hallway. Slowly and using the wall for support as he tried not to wince. "It's not bad, it's just a part of the practice. Dancers, y'know?" Looks like they were feeling better if they were moseying around the palace and ordering the king about...

[skxrbrand]

Thinkin' about my male muses and where they sit on the "masculinity scale" which I pulled out my ass just now

On the farthest masculine end, we've got Khorne, the Red Boys, Sven, and then Xaallo. All of them are pretty classically masculine, especially Khorne. The only thing feminine (for the times; remember Warhammer takes place in a Medieval setting) about Khorne is that he wears a wedding ring that his wife gave him; traditionally, men didn't start wearing wedding rings until very recently as the symbolism of the ring was that the women was the man's property, but I digress.

Towards the middle we got Nurgle, Okaal, and Kjoll. Nurgle's motif is very much of a parent and a caretaker; I'm surprised GW actually didn't just outright make him femme coded at times. Okaal is masculine in a sort of gentleman thief or gentleman assassin kinda way, which only appears more feminine when he's placed next to someone more overtly masculine like Xaallo. Kjoll is both a sleazy badbody, absentee father AND a wannabe noble who can be prissy and likes the finer things in life; he's like a spoiled little prince.

Tzeentch doesn't really give either and belongs perfectly in the middle; he's more perfectly androgynous than Slaanesh is funnily enough.

Then finally we got Slaanesh, who is my most feminine muse, even over Heliinx, who's actually female.

[cflight]

“It’s fun to move to a new place. It’s an adventure.”

“Isn’t it?” Ekira grinned, tilting their head at the prince. It wasn’t often Ekira had friends accompanying them in their travels— let alone around enough to even hang around for long. But the fact that they now had the opportunity to even do so was exciting— and with a newly sort-of established friend even more so!

“I thought you might like it. Though, I mean— you’ve probably seen lots of stuff like this, heh.”they’re quick to humble themselves, giving Xaallo a shy sort of smile as they gesture outwardly to the forest outlook. “I jus’— I ‘unno. I don’t usually travel t’ places a second time around, but I jus’ thought you might enjoy relaxin’ a bit, here. Seems like more your style, y’know?”

[serpentofslaanesh]

catch xaallo staring at those daemonettes with a bit too much interest tbh 👀

“I can hardly blame you. Beautiful, aren’t they? Of course, my Prince can offer you far more than a look, for a small price.”

[xaallo]

" Only if you don't." Xaallo replies, squaring himself just in case violence did occur.

" Trust me kid, you don't wanna ride this horse." The Prince was becoming impatient. This taur was blocking his way, but he was unsure if he could go around without instigating anything. He'd rather not hurt them, but...

A buck had to do what he had to do.

The sheep hesitates again, his fingers drumming over the handle of his axe as he considers the creature's observation. Golden eyes dart around the area for any other ways to defend himself, or even run to, though, he could think of someone that would NOT appreciate him being a 'coward.'

".... You mean no harm?" He asked, suspiciously, though judging by the way the beast was standing and how his fur was on end... He wasn't sure.

[xaallo]

Ink doodle commission by Dracofaunus! That's one comfy lookin' boy!

[augurhound-a]

   “Inappropriate and inappropriate.”

[xaallo]

Despite himself, the Prince's eyes dip below Ardaka's own. The sight of silver blood clear against black fangs draws his gaze unbidden. In the midst of all this, he's forgotten that he injured. Not fatally, thank the Stars, but the wound is deep and painful and burns. Seeing his own blood reminds Xaallo that it's there and it begins to pulse and push through all his other concerns.

Something about the Kariians bites were more damaging than another creatures. They healed slowly. Sometimes not completely. Xaallo had a feeling he'd be bearing this scar for quite a while and his heart ached for his mate. A constant reminder of what happened carved into his skin.

He forces himself to look away. What to do? How to calm the hunter? He imagines sealing the still weeping wound might do some good in that regard.

"Um--" Xaallo hesitates for a long while. He looks unsure, his voice soft and uncertain, " -- do you want to help me...patch it up?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

But maybe fixing it, and fixing it together, would take the sting out of the situation somewhat.

Disgust embitters his throat like bile. To be the one at fault in need of comfort — how pathetically loathsome. What he deserved was teeth embedded within him as well, not comfort. It was ironic, Ardaka knew anyone else doing this (sans one) would have gotten just that, and it was Xaallo's tender and immediate forgiveness that made Ardaka feel both better and worse.

The inner conflict is what makes him lock up, flinching but unable to follow through on the instinct to pull away, legs frozen in place. His fingers, now buried into Xaallo's mane, clutch tightly and desperately. He was gritting his teeth so hard he could feel the metal lower jaw dig between the spaces on the top, drawing blood. Ardaka welcomed it in his maw, anything to make the unique and delicious taste of royal margaven blood less potent. Truthfully, that was only a pleasant side effect; the accompanying ache reminded him that if his jaws were clenched together, they could not close on anything else. What else was this if not a confirmation that he couldn't trust himself? Not in every moment.

Xaallo goes without a response, and Ardaka is keen to keep his face turned away even as the Prince takes his face into scaly hands. His grit teeth are half-bared and his eyes half-hazy, but he makes the attempt to focus on the golden visage across from his. Xaallo speaks, but it sounds like he's underwater. Even the Zahhan words he barely hears. Regardless, Ardaka tries to focus on them, forcing clenched jaws to relax enough for a hiss of breath to exhale between bloodied teeth, silver stark on black.

“Okay.” Hunter croaks, but it doesn't really sound like he believes it. He lets go of Xaallo's mane and puts his hands over top of the set framing his jaw. He doesn't believe it, but he wants to. “Okay.”

[farmstead-crossroads]

He would've been here sooner, had it not been for the arm situation. But now it was more or less back, though if he left the territory he might've wrapped it. He /would/ wrapped it this time around, though; couldn't show up to a Hifrus' territory without looking his best. It'd be a while since he'd groomed himself like he used to do and here was still a limp in his step when he walked, but he tried to ignore it. Hopefully, they would too. " Blessings, Hifrus. I am Prince Xaallo." A bow.

The rancher was doing their patrol around her territory, making sure to touch upon some places where their scent wasn't as strong as it used to be. So the marg, who Oluu dubbed 'Coconut buck' till now, caught them grazing on some mushrooms off a tree while occasionally rubbing their head on the side of it. Oluu was pretty taken aback by the sudden formality, Blessings? Prince? Something about that, 'Prince', bit sorta made their stomach sink a little. They won't show it other than a subtle ear dip and a little gulp from the mouth full of mushrooms, Oluu'chi... Oluu'chi would have to put a pin on that for now.- A welcoming smile grew on their muzzle and bowed right along with him, "Pleasure to meet ya Xaallo, the name's Oluu'chi.~" They picked their head up a little with a tail raise, "And here I was thinkin' I'd never put a name to the 'coconut buck' I've seen around here." There was a quick glance between him and the wrapped arm. "Did ya come for another show like before or ya came to just say hi with a little chit-chat, hun?"

[therxtking]

Prince Xaallo also has a nicer body.

"SHUDDUP I KNOW."

[adseculaictis]

@xaallo liked for a starter.

They stare upwards- what feels like ever upwards. These men just seem to be getting bigger and bigger lately, though this one is also decidedly not human, and fluffy-- and kind of...cute? Definitely not an utterance to make by that gruff content- was that frown permanent?- but the first thought is one they cannot help but ask, a too-bright, near innocent smile on her features. “I’ve gotta ask- I’m sorry- do you like getting scratched behind the ears? You look like the type.” There is not a hint of mocking in her tone- in fact, she seems almost overjoyed to meet the beastly prince.

[primordialfell]

@xaallo​ -- EMBRACE ETERNITY

     THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK OF MELANCHOLY, Chapters Nine through Fifteen, Verses Twenty-Two through Fourty-One. It recounts the tale of Eternatus, Worm Our God, meeting Xaallo, Orphan Prince, on the Sister Planet of Earth, sulfuric and raging Venus. This tale is as true as the Mournful Cry of the Virtuous Worm. Ia.

     -- ETERNATUS BALKED. Its eyes scanned the Orphan Prince carefully as it moved him between its talons, just one gargantuan claw many multitudes the size of his body. The WORM dwarfed even the alien’s ship in size, so great and massive it were that it could snap up his vessel in one gargantuan bite of its jaws.

        Yet the Virtuous Worm is a kindly, gentle creature. Careful and soft.

                    It cautiously deposited Xaallo onto the soil of Venus.

     MASSIVE CLAWS THRUSTED INTO THE DIRT AGAIN, and Eternatus let a low growl-hum loose from its rumbling throat as it did so. Rock and soot shook beneath the Prince’s feet as the WORM continued its work. Gardening, the thought recalls. Its motions are that of a great and careful gardener, tending to soil and pulling weeds as necessary. There grew before Eternatus a gargantuan patch of loose rock and debris, scattered earth and stone.

     IT WAS SOME TIME before Eternatus spoke again, when it dragged its tail behind itself and shoved one arm deeper into the ground. It hissed its frustration, as if unable to reach a great something beneath the earth.

     “ XAALLO. THAT IS A NICE NAME. THIS IS VENUS, BUT I AM CERTAIN YOU KNOW THAT. DON’T WORRY; YOU ARE NOT IN MY WAY. I WAS SURPRISED TO FIND YOU HERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE MEANT TO BE ON EARTH. ”

     IT KNEW WHY HE WAS HERE, for the Worm Our God knew everything. Its great and [ponderous] eyes saw all that there was to be seen.

     “ I’M HERE BECAUSE I AM GARDENING. I’M TRYING TO PUT A NEW OCEAN ON THIS ROCK. WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP ME? ”

[kalosinflames]

"We have similar concepts."

" However. The execution is where we differ. Humans are too willing to take the lives of their fellow man."

He grins, mirthlessly.

" Humanity is too close to it's problems to solve it and yet, it is the only one who can. Quite a conundrum you find yourselves in."

“Make no mistake; were there any other way to do as we did with less suffering, I would have gladly taken it. But to believe there was any other way would have been my life wasted, with the problems of the world given to my children, only worse.”

He catches the Prince’s mirthless grin and mirrors it, himself.

“I recall you are exceptionally long lived. You have millennia with which things can fester and grow cancerous.” He muses. “How do you deal with ‘problem children’? How do you deal with societal issues? Ecological concerns? To you, we must look as ants. But even you will one day die, no? And then, you must ask yourself, Prince Xaallo - what stops another of your kind undoing everything you have built? All the good you have tried to do? It must be especially concerning, given your royal position.”

He takes another long drink.

“There is no guarantee on your end. No more than for my kind. That is why we acted.”