Anyway, this is N'qaraxa (who's a muse over at @slaanxsh ). They live on the westmost part of the desert and are a fairly young Keeper of Secrets, which is why they've got less of a snout or other wilder features compared to the older Keepers. Hobbies include turning Khornate daemons bright pink :3c
Eschews the typical pale look of the Slaaneshi in favor of richer, redder (but not red!) colors.
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Finally redid this lady. Hifrandius is the Margaven that founded House Hifrandius. She is primarily an aquatic margaven, but is capable of and has a predilection for land. This is what leads her to meeting Liikos and her other four mates. She is often depicted as a lean and beautiful exotic dancer, but the real Hifrandius was small and terms likeย โdancerโ andย โclasherโ have little meaning for semi-aquatic and aquatic margavens. Playing with the idea of her either connecting two oceans or redirecting several rivers by removing and relocating soil, thereby saving several resident cohorts and being deified by them, but Iโm still not sure exactly what she did...
Hifrandiusโ design was inspired by a variety of sea animals, namely aquatic and semi-aquatic mammals. Like a Seal, Hifrandius is more streamlined and has big, soulless black eyes. She can probably do this.
Has small ears, like an otter or a beaver, as well as webbed digits.
Hifrandius is the source of the Royal families glorious barbels and itโs electrogenic abilities. Xaallo is currently the only margaven who shares her ability to kill foes using volts.ย
Her frills are retractable and able to shift colors. This makes them perfect for threat displays and camouflage in deeper water. Like terrestrial does and hifrii, aquatic margavens are also venomous. However, their venom is much more potent and they have a venomous spur on their thumbs they can use for attacks if need be.
Hifrandius herself is a mixture of margaven genealogy. There are two primary types of water margaven: ones who evolved in the ocean and ones who returned to the ocean after living for a time on land, similar to whales. Hifrandius has few oceans, so these margavens are not numerous. Currently, they are extinct and their traits only live on in others. Hifrandius was a mixture of the Seabound and Sea-Returned, explaining her mixture of traits.
Hifrandius met Liikos when she mistook him for a prey item and tried to drown and eat him. True love,ย โn all that.
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ย โ MURDERS โ - MUSICAL MIRACLE :ย โ He was in the forest, looking to see the trees / But none were there / He found a girl, she found the Erlking / They were in the white wood / Gamboling out to picnic / In the light leaves broke above / Then fell below. โ
โ SPRING AND A STORM โ -ย TALLY HALL :ย โย Would it please you to listen / To thunder instead? / When the rain came down that day / And it drained my soul away / And I wondered / Why I even bothered to try. โ
โ DRUGS โย - EDENย :ย โ โCos I just feel so tired / Like I need something to come alive / She said you ainโt you when youโre like this / This ainโt you, what you done? / And I said thatโs the point. โ
โ THIS IS HOME โย -ย CAVETOWN :ย โ Get a load of this monster / He doesnโt know how to communicate / His mind is in a different place / Will everybody please give him a little bit of space? โ
But that was to be expected. After all, they had spent so many eons together in the beginning, when the world was new and untouched by chaos. It was plenty of time to know one another, in the all ways one could be known. Slaanesh had meant to teach them, that God of the World, each and every one, but he had other plans. Other โobligationsโ. Arrogant. Selfish. Foolish to cast aside the true affection and love the Prince so rarely extended to anyone, even his own children, for something so paltry as his family.
I was the onlyย โfamilyโ you ever needed. The only one you should have ever wanted.ย It had been millenniumsย ago, yet that wound upon the Prince was still fresh enough to bleed.
It had taken time, much fervent searching, and many tips from his children, but Slaanesh had finally cornered the God of the Seasons. There he sat, on the outermost layer of Ulthuan. Dimly, the God-Prince recognized the mystery once-mortal was with him. The Prince was glad for the location. Should the two gods come to blows, he would hate for the Elves to be wiped out in the midst of it.ย
The Sliver of Slaanesh approached and took the shape of the Immaculate Prince. Beside the Seasonal God, the Daemon Prince wilted, buckling beneath the shadow-presence of the Chaos Power. Slaanesh paid him absolutely no heed, each periwinkle eye fixed on his old lover, each one glittering with desire, need, love, anger, rage, and hate. It rolled off of the God of Seasons, like water over a stone. The Prince felt his lips twitch. Yes, this was him to be sure, the powerful and majestic Master of the Seasons.
He saw the other god tense ever so slightly. No one had called him that in an age and when last heโd heard it, he was dying. Dying to the claws of the one before him, who had sought him out and hunted him down to these remote isle. The Chthonic god swelled himself and stood proud.
โ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ด.โ With this declaration, the Prince had drawn forward, pincers raised. Ire had ruled him, but he quashed it. Slaanesh had not soon forgotten how disastrously trying to brute force his way had gone for him the last time and, from the way Ishtaran shielded the once-mortal with his body, neither had he.
So Slaanesh put them away. He will them off of his form, though he did not retract his steps.
Slaanesh frowned at the poison being sent his way. He frowned and he sagged, several emotions battling within him. Surely the pair expected more rage, so imagine their surprise when sorrow came off of the Prince in waves. Imagine their joint shock when Ishtaranโs words were met with tears instead of pincers.
โ๐โ๐๐ก โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ค๐. ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ท๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐, ๐ก๐๐, ๐ก๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ ?โ His words were thick, angry, despairing. The water around them churned and the wind lashed against their skin. From meters away, Slaanesh saw a crack form in the shield the Master of Seasons had put up against his heart. And though his grief was true, so water his nature. A weakness. His to exploit. The Prince wiped his eyes with his hand, placing one hoof in front of the other.
โ๐๐ฉ, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ? ๐๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐น ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด, ร๐ด๐ฉ๐ฏ๐บ'๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ?โ He took a step. Then another. He could feel the other godโs resolve quaking.ย โย ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ, ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต.โ
รshtaran looked unsure. And in the time it took for him to consider all that had been told to him, Slaanesh had closed the distance between them. The Daemon Prince had all but crumpled to the ground, undedicated and therefore unprotected from the sliver-thing was Slaanesh but just the same, only a piece of the god. Again, the Dark Prince ignored him, lavishing the Ante-Godโs mane with caresses and transfixing him with the weight of his gaze.
โ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ. ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ.โ The prince whispered, grinning when he felt Ishtaranโs strong arms wind about him. He crooned, and pushed his soft lips against the maw of the Nature God in an exquisite kiss. It was like being seized by a current and just as hard to pull away. Slaaneshโs disappointment was brief and quickly turned into restrained, but gleeful anticipation. Both of them watched, the Dark Prince with wide and hopeful eyes and the still-convulsing Daemon Prince with his watery gaze.
รshtaran bowed his great antlered head. He cupped Slaaneshโs lovely, monstrous face in his massive scaled hand.
The Princeโs wail was one to boil the seas, to whip storms into being, to rend all mortal creature deaf from miles around with the depth of itโs woe. The hunt had failed, the wounds he had punched into the Other God too deep to be forgotten or forgiven. All at once, the Slivers of Slaanesh retreated to the warp, past the rings, reforming at once into the Dark Prince the Realm knew. But he did not rule, nor inquire of the happenings in his absence.
No, the Prince of Pleasure retreated to his chambers, deep within them, and bade no one come.
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They were in talks again, Heliinx and the leader of Spittail. Like any wise skaven, the Grey Seer wasnโt alone. She was with her guard, a claw of about eighty watchful Albino Stormvermin. At least thatโs how she might have described them, had it been one of them to spot the assassin perched on a vantage point behind them and not the Warlord.
For a reason she couldnโt divine, the other Skaven had saved her life. Thrown one of his many weapons straight into the chest of her would-be killer and all the assembled rats watched his corpse tumble and finally fall from where he skulked. Heliinx looked at Screas and then glared at her guard.
โ... Heliinx think-think she might need to replace these rats. Perhaps this batch of white-fures is blind. Useless, stupid-meat!โ She kicked the nearest Albino Ratmen, even though the attack from the she-rat couldnโt have possibly hurt a skaven so large. Screas would no doubt be lauding this over her later and she curled her lip at him.
โ Good to see-know someone here has working eyes. Clan Reave is in your debt-debt, Warlord.โ
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smoke escaping a dark alley. speckled lights up a skyscraper at night. the business of the morning rush to work. the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries from bakeries in the early morning. the crack of dawn walk of shame. lines of cabs and buses filling the main streets. sunrise breaking over the skyline. neons flashing against brick. lightning bolt cracks in the pavement. sunset streaming through buildings. a theatre district full of tourists and performers. night time rain hitting long glass windows. activity on every street corner. shattered glass littering the concrete. wind tunnels passing through a maze of buildings.
churches nestled within high rises. breakfast on a small balcony. sirens echoing and bouncing off the inner city walls. dirty rivers breaking up the concrete jungle. season changes: burnt orange of autumn trees, light white snow of winter, midday sunshine of summer, blooming flower bushes in spring. crystal canals littered with houseboats. dusk falling and lights flickering on. lightning striking the tops of skyscrapers. vague reflections in the water of fountains. cigarette ashes in the gutter. darkened and empty side streets. lines of people and chatter outside of clubs. ย fire escapes trailing down the sides of buildings. high ceilings in industrial studio apartments. rainbow hues reflected in glass. cityscape views from monuments. rain gutters swelling during heavy downpour. a park oasis in the middle of the city. new years fireworks lighting up the night sky. airplane trails littering the sky. polished corner offices. strip club pamphlets strewn across the damp footpath. rooftop gardens. oil pools staining asphalt. sky scrapers protruding thick cloud. helicopter spotlights. litter piles surrounding dumpsters nestled down alleyways. window displays of designer stores. streets lined with thin trees. the contrast of the white paint and asphalt at crossings. street views from the bathroom windows. low lit bars permeating red light.
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