#chaosprinceundivided

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Jazzy: Oh wow that's a particularly sexy rat, he's so hot and kinda awkward and shy, I love it. I'm gonna break him.

Jazzy: Oh shit oh fuck it's already fucking broken that is one fucked up rodent how did he even get like this- his eyes are so fucking pretty please stop crying I'm literally just emotionally supporting you, you are not going to die- oh mother of Slaanesh this is so sad holy shit-

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[skxrbrand]

Continued from HERE. ( @chaosprinceundivided )

" It cares for reputation. Sagas spun and deeds achieved. What have you done, mortal-spawned?" Skarbrand growls by way of response. To his knowledge, the shifter-prince was a new ascended; the newest, actually. Aside from his origins, there was little to his name and not feats he had heard of. Skarbrand wasn't impressed or even tempted by Rulek's offer.

" What you call slaughter, I call piddling nothings. You gorge on crumbs and scraps of meat. I offer a feast of flesh and blood and a bounty of Skulls to the Lord of Slaughter when it suits me." This last bit he stressed. He was exiled; his obligations to Khorne were at best questionable. " Perhaps you should join me. And I will show you what true war looks like."

A mocking jest. In truth, Rulek had Khorne's eye and attention. That alone was enough for Skarbrand to spurn him.

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“ 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭-𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦? 𝘖𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?”

[skxrbrand]

Envy.

For Kha'xanzyr, it's not a new emotion. Not for any daemon, really, but in the Blood Legions one could only have what they could take. And the Architect, for all his desiring, had never been able to win a Lord of Change. Had never tried; Khorne's most hated foe was the Prince of Pleasure and so the Keeper of Secrets he had taken (and lost) had been in honor of his lord-father, the Blood God.

Who was his lord no longer. The skull in his hands feels hollow and Kha'xanzyr's own satisfaction with the dripping prize dims considerably. Much of his fate, too, saps away into bitter disinterest.

If the Gods see Rulek, surely they see him too. Khorne sees him, even if he may not focus his gaze on the Bloodthirster, and a single lance of terror rips through the Greater Daemon at the prospect.

" I--" Have to leave. Have to get out of here. Kha'xanzyr isn't aware he's pinned his ears to his skull and fluffed out the tuft on the tip on the tip of his tail until he looks at the mirror beneath their feet. Khorne had unique a way of making the bellowing Warhounds of Blood look like unsure, terrified gorepups.

He turns to look at Rulek, a sneer curling his lip.

" -- This will not be the last time we meet, Womb-spawn." For good measure, Kha'xanzyr wipes his mouth and spits off to the side.

Rulek tore the Lord of Change, taking everything from the right shoulder and below while the horrid scream became a thyroid-stretching squeal of air and curses half-fulfilled while the daemons pulled the unfortunate interloper like two dogs on a meal. The moment he had his fill as the ether continued to pull from the cadaver, the daemon’s howling was freeing for the beyond. However, Rulek would not allow it.

His ring-adorned fingers whirled and pulled the Lord and his minions that remained in free flight of their material-less spirits. Like a macabre gladiator, he roared out to the audience of the Chaos Realms in the fickle veil of reality and not. Above, the skies roared and hurled javelins of miscoloured lightning.

The Daemon Prince caught one of such lightning with the gathering of his own power, striking the gathering warpstuff into a blinding explosion! It was so sudden and gone, revealing a daemonic blade of frozen lightning. Its blade a sharply wave pointing to the heavens with its quillion reshaping into a four-pronged crossguard, the Lord’s eye looking frantic and begging in the hour of the sudden fate while Rulek’s rings were glowing with Horror essences trapped to fuel their charge.

“In the name of the Ruinous Powers! In the name of the Power Undivided held by me! I bequeath this weapon, newborn and true by a minion of Tzeentch to be mine and those who follow my banner! I give in honour of this battle joined!” Rulek spoke to the Gods with conviction and true arrogant proclamation. The heavens answered with hurls of more lightning hammering the mountain as the Daemon Prince laughed at their retort, especially as Tzeentch had a moment’s duality of seething anger to lose of his greater daemon and at the same time, applaud to a new weapon so easily to be stolen and moved for use of possible plots already weaving or in the motion of completion. Rulek can only imagine the Great Gamester’s thoughts, beyond any could hope to contend with.

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Rulek The Shadow Defiant (Sideblog)

Warhammer Fantasy / Age of Sigmar / 40K. Written by Primestartes.

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"Your Majesty, wake up. It's time for your tail kneading." - Local King-Stealing Fox

*SCREAMS WAKING UP TO GETTING SNATCHEDYOINK

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". . ."

"Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go touch myself-"

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He's quietly munching his roast, smoked pork. One of his favorites. Gordon takes a leg off the hog on the spit over the fire, and munches quietly, watching in mild concern. He's just gonna enjoy his food from a safe distance.

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HEAVY BREATHNGG

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When a Khornate demon steals your crown and turns it into a nose ring:

When a Slaaneshi demon steals your other crown and turns it into... Another kind of ring.

[skxrbrand]

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@skxrbrand "Mhm, return to wooing our little prince."

"SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH."

[skxrbrand]

"Do not trust that Harlot's pretty words. They are lies and blades!"

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“ The stench of Slaaneshi is an unfortunate byproduct of being forced to live with them.” Kha’xanzyr says witheringly. “ It washes out with enough blood, however.”

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And now there's a demon doting on the comatose retchen. The curse yet to be lifted, he's unaware of just what's happening in his very chambers. He doesn't even twitch his whiskers, limp as if dead. Breathing shallow and slow, so peaceful...

[skxrbrand]

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@skxrbrand Jaz: says you, spice mint!

He isn't sure what that's supposed to mean but he's mad anyway.