#excuse the mess

[nereidof40k]

Dang, Corax really is frightening. Alyena needs to take notes.

You wanna know what's cool about Corvus Corax? The way he appears before space marines and their primarch.

More beneath the cut.

Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter.

Corax appears before the Night Lords.

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‘My lord…’

Curze silenced him with a gesture. His head came up, sniffing at the air like a hound. ‘We are no longer alone.’

Tovor’s auspex let out a single ping.

‘Weapons!’ commanded Sevatar. The command Claw brought up their bolters.

‘I am detecting battleplate power outputs all around us,’ said Tovor. ‘Multiple returns. Eight at least.’

‘I have clear biosign readings,’ said Manek. ‘By the walls. In the shadows.’

‘There’s nothing there!’ said Vor.

Shadows moved around the periphery of the auditorium. Uncertain target locks flickered over undulations in the dark. White outlines on red lens feeds twisted awkwardly, attempting to find something that did not wish to be seen. The sensorium did better than Sevatar’s eyes. He blinked, but his vision stubbornly refused to see what his armour told him was there.

A single Nostraman rune blinked steadily on Sevatar’s helm display. *Threat.*

‘Draw in. Protect the primarch,’ he commanded. He activated the magnetic binders on his bolter and slapped it to his thigh, and plucked his chainglaive from his back. The command Claw fell back around their lord. Curze remained motionless, disinterested. Bolts racked into chambers. The shadows ceased their movement.

‘I have steady targets,’ said Tovor. ‘Sharing.’

The white outlines flickered on Sevatar’s displays into the shapes of Space Marines in full war-plate. And yet he could not actually see them.

‘Should we open fire?’ said Vor, his voice thick with the desire to fight.

‘Hold,’ said Curze. ‘Lower your weapons.’

Reluctantly, Sevatar’s warriors obeyed.

The shadows rippled. Black armoured Space Marines detached themselves from puddles of darkness, like plastek sculptures rising from tar. Where only targeting data had been before, Sevatar now saw a full squad of XIX Legion veterans, materialising from darkness to fill the outlines painted by his cogitator. His eyes ached, begging him to tear off his winged helm and rub them.

This could not be. Nostraman born could see into any shadow. The Ravens should not have been able to hide so completely, but they had. Occupying a broad ledge that had housed statues, now broken on the ground, the Raven Guard had the higher position. Unlike the Night Lords, they had their weapons raised.

‘You have us at a tactical disadvantage,’ said Curze. ‘I trust neither you nor my sons will do anything regrettable.’ He looked at Sevatar. ‘Am I right?’

‘If they move, take them down,’ said Sevatar. He held his glaive ready, his finger hovering over the activation stud.

None of the Raven Guard spoke. They left that to their lord.

Very little shocked Sevatar. Even for a Space Marine he was solid as stone, unmoved by the remnant emotions his brothers suffered so much from. But when Corvus Corax emerged from shadow far too shallow to accommodate him, he blinked in surprise. Nothing that big should have been able to materialise that way – his battleplate alone should have revealed him; every mark of power armour growled and thumped and whined with activity. Corax’s did not. His armour ran silently, with no grinding joints, no teethitching hum. He appeared from nothing as noiselessly as oil running over water. Masters of fear and pitiless killers all, the Night Lords felt the unfamiliar pangs of disquiet.

Warsuit cogitators redrew the target outline around Corax, expanding it from the legionary it thought it had seen to the primarch he revealed himself to be. With an apologetic flourish, their sensorium aids graced the weak points of Corax’s sable armour with floating recommendations for targeting. The hum in Sevatar’s helm changed pitch as his war-plate reconsidered the primarch’s threat rating, appending a rune of high danger to Corax’s head. It flashed but did not change when Corax removed his helm. The warnings weren’t worth a damn. The primarch would be on them before their fingers could squeeze their triggers, even with the Night Haunter there.

‘Brother,’ said Corax. ‘I come to you without violent intent, but please, explain to me what is going on in this city.’ His voice was soft like the Night Haunter’s, though not as sibilant, and with a more measured tone. Sevatar refused to let it beguile him. The threat Corax made was clear enough.

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Shadow of the Past.

A warp-turned Corax confronts Lorger.

[rocketpencil]

Taking reference photos

[midi-wizard]

🐄

[testure-1988]

Dark Force Fest night one outfit (with crutches)

[the-proship-playhouse]

A Grasha peice based off of that one episode were Grimes got depressed cause he lost everything.

Sasha decided to wear a bunny suit to try and cheer him up. He just wants to watch his tv shows and eat doritos XD

[ratpinkartiste]

Bapy it col outsid

Me looking at u (you are a bug and I’m trying to figure out which bug) 🐞

[marlowedobbeart]

I've still been doing lots of gamedev but nothing fun to show off! So instead here's some pictures of my office mural I finished today!

Been chipping away at this for a few weekends! My desk is inside what used to be a closet that we took the doors off of. I wanted to paint something fun around the border of what used to be the front of the closet :)

[gratitudeflow777]

im just a girl 😌

[demon-sneeze]

[oceanherbalist]

Ma babies 👶🏽

[snowfianna]

I have been chipping away at redesigning Adolph for months now, and I've finally reached a point that I'm happy with (excluding wolf form)!

His lore:

The original werewolf, an immortal who failed to accept humility and defeat, unleashed a vengeful wrath in the mortal world, birthing a curse to those who are bit by him, and those bitten by the infected.

This was how rabies were introduced to the mortal world, the werewolf curse being a guise that died down as centuries passed, but the effects of rabies remained.

Adolph earnt a place in Hell in the Pride ring for what he has done, and he swears to himself to restrain himself best he can. He now roams in Hell as an intimidating pacifist until you give him good reason to attack.

Keep clear of his family, and do your best not to aggravate him.

[hawkssucks]

He fell and landed like a moron I’m cackling

[idontgetanysleep]

hi lovelies!! my blog is going through some changes so if you don’t recognize my icon this is why!!

wanted to freshen things up! :)

[iliumheightnights]

Hello! I saw your post and I was wondering how’ve you been?🫶🏽😚

I'm alive.

Barely.

I've been nonstop working and just stressed out of my mind. I feel like I have little to no energy whenever I come home. The worst part is that I want to write, but I just can't seem to get anything out.

I hope that changes soon though. I really do. I might try to do a few short things to see if maybe I can get my mind going/distract myself from everything.

But on the other hand! I preordered Jedi Survivor and Horizon Forbidden West: Burning Shore is in four days so that's a plus!

Thanks for asking friend :)

[scris-fi]

Having to stand on a chair so this thing would fit in frame.

Already finished the edge of the blade and now it's a matter of carving the pommel into shape and I then I can move on to covering this shit in paper mache.

[dantesmaiden]

being human to the fullest