#skxrbrand / khazaan.

[geckoodles]

Doodle dump, part 6 of ? - Prompt: Festive Bloodthirster.

Gift art for @skxrbrand, featuring Khazaan!

[therxtking]

@skxrbrand

Gordon has a bundle of human scout corpses, he removes one from the bunch, and tosses it at Khazaan like throwing a dog a bone. He wasn't much a fan of humans, so unclean and often ill, the foul demon would make better use of them.

[byanyan]

" Your arm markings are strange. What do they mean?"

ㅤeyebrows raising slightly at the question, byan glances down at their exposed arms and the numerous colourful 'markings' which cover them.

ㅤㅤ" they mean that this mortal vessel of mine contains a latent ancient power which, once i come of age, i will finally have access to and use to overthrow humanity, as i'm destined to do. "ㅤwords spoken with an utterly straight face, wide eyes flit back up to khazaan's face where they hold his gaze for several moments.

then, a cheeky grin abruptly takes over their features and byan laughs, waving a hand in dismissal.

ㅤㅤ" nah, i'm just fuckin' with ya. what, you never seen tattoos before? they're just, like, for decoration. i mean, some of 'em have meanin's, but some of 'em are just things i like, and others i just thought looked cool. i'd offer to give you one, but i feel like i'd break the needle trynna get it through your skin. "

[crystal-grotto]

" A respectful SMASH on the big red one. Our spawn would be fun to kill one day."

Send in 'SMASH' if your muse would sleep with mine if they could or send 'PASS' if not [Accepting!]

'I would not let whelps I had a hand in creating be subject to filicide.'

Pass, on her end.

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

“   I really do hate thinking. ”

"THINKING IS INDEED OVER-RATED."

[fashionablyenigmatic]

What is it good for?

Alphonse breathed deeply as he shifted. It had been a while since he last assumed his full Creatura Lumena form. Unlike Stan, whose true form was Creatura Tenebra and who merely donned a human guise, Alphonse was different. He was human but with Lumena ancestry, which allowed him to transform into Lumena form. But was there really a good reason to use it now? He watched as his hands morphed into long, harpy-like claws glowing white-hot. White and gold feathers cascaded down his arms and over his shoulders, creating a stark contrast against the rust-red landscape behind him. He was here to confront a demon that had insulted his husband—an ostensibly simple premise that incessantly nagged at him. Was it too simple?

Stan had already fought his battle against Khazaan and his ridiculous nose ring, which ended in a stalemate with both parties wounded. He had made it clear that he didn't want Alphonse fighting his battles for him. Alphonse, for his part, decided that he wasn't battling on behalf of Stan or finishing what he had started. He was starting his own fight for his own reasons. After all, weren't they both trying to protect those they loved? That's what he told himself, at least. The bones in his legs caused him to bend as they too became more avian, the talons on his feet longer, thicker, and sharper than those on his hands. No matter how he framed the upcoming battle, memories of fruitless duels echoed in his mind—all of which he won due to the curse of immortality. What would he actually gain from this? Besides the respect of a few war demons, what was the point?

At this point, it didn't matter. The Blood Drunk Fool was waiting for his battle with "the wizard," and Alphonse ached to give Khazaan a few more scars. He picked up his sword, a blade with no magic except for its origin—it was crafted in the forge of Kha'xanzyr within this realm. Alphonse leapt off the cliff in a graceful dive, his wings unfurled, made of light. He looked like a falling star against the boiling red, stormy skies, headed straight for Khazaan.

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@violeteyedkiller

[violeteyedkiller]

khazaan lmao

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔

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[serpentofslaanesh]

Lyss trying to get Heliinx back from Khazaan @skxrbrand

[therxtking]

She hums thoughtfully. A new god... This place was getting more and more interesting. "Then I'd best leave it for now. And what of you, gore-gorger, what are you?"

The 'human' walks forward as she asks idly, going to inspect the creature she killed... It smelled strange. The whole thing was strange.

While she wasn't threatened by the furies, she kept a note on them just in case they decided to swoop. Barely worth killing... To him they were likely as fascinating as a pigeon to a city dweller. To her, it was something fascinating. New. So full of secrets.

Khazaan isn't paying attention to the Furies anymore. Rather unabashedly, he's staring at her in open interest, head tilted like a great hound. " A bad idea. These are the messengers of the God of Blood and Shadow. A few of them he will not miss, but the entire flock. He may just take offense."

" But if you insist-- be my guest. We have yet to see Khade visit his rage on a-- 'mortal'." The way he chuffs the word suggest the daemon is aware of Zicamaia's true nature.

" They are Furies. They are craven and marginally stronger than a man." The Daemon comments, twirling his own javelin. The Furies have taken to the wing, no longer panicked and confused. Some stop to hiss admonishments at Khazaan and the other, smaller being, but then quickly flap away when the Bloodthirster steps to them.

" Not worth dying over. Barely worth killing."

[aelleyon]

the creature snapped her teeth at the daemon who carelessly knocked away a perfectly brushed tail. with a hmphed, aelleyon folded all four of her clawed arms across the bare chest as she glowered. she might be shorter than him, for now, aelleyon did not accept disrespect.

"don't tempted me, khazaan." aelleyon threatened, "i have no problems with smacking you around." vulpine ears pulled back, "all you damned daemons have no proper manners. maybe i should open up a school for you lot and it's just me hitting you with a rather large ruler."

skxrbrand sang to divinity: Send "swat" to swat the tail away / Khazaan

[geckoodles]

Kicking back into the commissions gear as well with a Khazaan and a few Furies for @skxrbrand !

[therxtking]

"So there's just no talking you out of this?.. Nada? You sure?.. You got. Nothing better to be doing?"

He doesn't want them coming to the extermination for a MULTITUDE of reasons. Most of them are that Gordon just doesn't want him around.

Sure they were already on their way five hundred Retchen soldiers following obediently. But had to make sure and try.

(@skxrbrand if that's aight-))

[byanyan]

thumps his tufted tail and byan repeatedly like a big dog

ㅤwere it an actual dog smacking them with its tail, byan wouldn't really be all that bothered. when it's a massive fuckin' daemon doing it though, it's a completely different story. each thwack against their back practically knocks the wind out of them, and the teen very quickly loses their temper.

ㅤㅤ" dude, "ㅤthey snap, turning awkwardly from where they're seated on the ground in order to reach out and catch khazaan's tail before it can hit them again. of course, he's got more strength in just the tip of his tail than they have in their whole body, so they don't so much catch it as they do cause it to falter briefly before it smacks them square in the face. in a hissing fit of frustration and pain, byan shoves the tail aside and scrambles to their feet, a hand leaping up to catch the first drip of blood from their nose before it can stain any part of their outfit. one of their patented death glares is then shot up at the daemon.

ㅤㅤ" can ya not?! that— "ㅤfuckin' hurts, is what they almost say, but they catch themself before the words can slip free. the last thing they want right now is khazaan gloating over how small and pathetic they are. again.ㅤ" —is so fuckin' annoyin'! how'm i s'posed t' focus on anythin' when your goddamn stupid fuckin' bitchass shitty tail is slappin' me around?! "

[crystal-grotto]

" You remind me of my brother. Serious. Sparky. A real thunderhead."

" A might small, though."

//4 sturm

Its not oft the storm troll is approached by beings larger than himself. That number was even less when it came to those creatures turning out to be of daemonkind. Head lifting when senses first pick up the creature, only when Khazaan speaks do eyes turn to regard him properly - as well as his toothy, brass smile.

'...Do I?' A genuinely posed question that bled through a shade of caution that coloured mood, even if jokes were noted. 'Zhat's a hard feat to match or exceed on all fronts, herr.'

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

https://youtube.com/shorts/gtNGgSLcX48?si=NyGMyEAs7U_3Bvz6

How Qhi'zhek defeats/escapes from Skarbrand/Kha'xanzyr/Khazaan

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[alphabitchnkari]

@skxrbrand

N'kari collects his thoughts as he snacks on the latest batch of fresh pastries. Khazaan has a secret. It is something his brothers do not know. It is something he does not wish for his brothers to know. It is related to sex, perhaps a secret he kept from Khorne. Perhaps a hidden lover! That would be so romantic.

Goal — find out Khazaan's secret. First he must gain the bloodthirster's trust.

N'kari frowns. He doesn't not have a great history with the Khazaan, but it's certainly not as dire as it was with Kha'xanzyr.

He holds up demon-sized opera goggles to spy on the Tippler in the distance. The little beastie is playing with that disgusting slug he calls a dog.