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Drach'nyen

by Artur Nakhodkin

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Go on Anon and have your muse tell my muse anything they want.

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Ashur-Kai Qezremah 

by David Sondered

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Chaos besieges Chaos - full shot in source link.

Based on a Dawn of War match.

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Abaddon bit down on the wing in his mouth and yanked out a couple of feathers. Spitting them out again - they never tasted that good anyway - he clung to Ruzal’s head and began leading him around. “Oh, is that so?” he asked. “And how is that? My hair is never perfect, I always look like I am tired and I was never much to look at in the first place.” (Unless you were Meli, who was weird in her opinions anyway).

Abaddon looked at the door, smirked down at the Pretty Boy he had in a headlock and shrugged, “Shall we go for a walk? See what the rest of the gang think of this?” he asked, ruffing his hair again for effect.

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Ugh! The wings always got in the way. Why did Ruzal have to have them? Abaddon frowned as he made to grab the other warrior and get him in a headlock. He had planned on ruffing that too perfect hair into the perfect mess, but the wings just kept getting in the way!

“Give over,” Abaddon taunted, trying to use his superior strength to grapple the warrior instead - it had worked before, it might work again!

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Abaddon ignored Tarik, as though he was no longer in the room. The gesture that was made behind his back was completely ignored, though there might be the opportunity to punch him in the face later. It could wait. He was here to learn how to play Cribbage and that was that.

“There are pegs. I think the number fifteen is relevent,” he added. That was about it, “Oh, and you play it with an Imperial Starndard Deck of fifty two cards,” he added.

While he spoke, he began heading towards the recreation room, all the bits they needed for the game would be there, and it would be a relaxed place to learn to play too, so long as Horus was able to remain there unhasselled by others who might want his attention as well.

(@ask-the-lupercal, 30k Abaddon) Horus swats the topknot playfully as he walks by.

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Abaddon would have cursed anyone soundly for such disrespect. Anyone else that was. When he saw who it was that had given his plume of hair a tug, he gave a respectful nod. “Sir,” he said.

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Khayon nodded, understanding the surge of warm emotion and marroon that came with it. If she was content and not alarmed by the sensation, then he wouldn’t be either. If it became a problem, it would be dealt with then. +Very well+ he pulsed back. +It is good to have you back.+

That was no lie either. Abaddon always seemed in a better temper when Meli was around - he could hazard a guess why too. It brought a smile to his lips.

“I am also glad to see you Meli,” came a voice through the ship’s speakers, “You will have to visit me and tell me your recent tales!” The voice of Itzara, the Anamnesis or Ultio as she was called at times, filled the bridge.

Meli's gaze falls upon the Despoiler, the Warmaster of Chaos, the Lord of the Black Legion... and she hugs him tightly.

The hug was not unexpected, and perhaps robbed him of some ‘chaos points’ as it was in front of everyone. He didn’t care. Abaddon hugged Meli right back, just as tight. “How you been?” he grunted into her hair.

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The moment she started to breathe again, the Despoiler was summoned. It seemed Falkus owed him on account of him thinking otherwise. He felt a pang of relief at that. He had suspected, but he hadn’t known for sure until the news had come.

He stomped his way slowly down the corridor - terminator armour had never been quick and time had not changed that. By the time he arrived at the Inquisitor’s cell, she was staggering to her feet. “So it is true then,” he said when he saw her moving around. She looked like death, appropriate really all things considered.

“I wasn’t sure up until now, but no one stays as unmarked as you have over a hundred years of battle. We have a lot to talk about,” he said.  She could do things he could only dream of; there were those on this ship, and beyond, who would give a great deal to learn all about what she was capable of... and then find ways to abuse it.

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“She isn’t dead,” Abaddon said leaning over the corpse. It was mangled and anyone else would definitely be done in. There was a horrid wound in her chest and if he ever found out who caused it, there would be carnage… more carnage… He bent down and scooped up the tiny frame.

“Are you sure, she looked very dead to me, no breathing or anything,” Falkus said, striding up to them both.

“Shut up. We’ll shove her in a cell and see what happens,” Abaddon said. “We’re done here anyway, the cultists can finish what’s left.”It was a short trip on a thunderhawk back to the Vengeful Spirit, where the Inquisitor was placed in a ‘cell’. It wasn’t comfortable, hardly anywhere was on the ship anymore, but it was passable. Abaddon looked down at the tiny woman and snorted, “You better wake up, else I am going to look like a moron,” he said. “I suppose this takes time, I’ll get someone to watch you. See you when you wake up!”

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“You are the WORST sort of friend,” Khayon said with a roll of his eyes. He should have seen that one coming, he knew it and yet had still walked right into it. Such an idiot!!

He nodded, though when her words turned into thoughts, he was discreet enough not to answer them put loud. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to have heard them. Still, she was a friend. +Do you wish to explore or talk about that further, or let the matter lie as it is?+ he sent to her.

No one else on the bridge seemed to have picked up on it at least, so there was privacy in the matter still. Good. Some of these clowns were the sort who might capitalise on the knowledge.

Meli's gaze falls upon the Despoiler, the Warmaster of Chaos, the Lord of the Black Legion... and she hugs him tightly.

The hug was not unexpected, and perhaps robbed him of some ‘chaos points’ as it was in front of everyone. He didn’t care. Abaddon hugged Meli right back, just as tight. “How you been?” he grunted into her hair.

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Oh! Was that a plea? Abaddon’s mouth turned into the biggest, shit-eating grin he could pull off and reached out a meaty hand, “No? Does the Black Legion Pretty Boy not want to go around looking like a tousled mess?” His tone teased right before he pushed his hand into the horribly soft locks and made a great big tangled mess of them.

That had been his goal from the beginning; now Ruzal looked as though he had been dragged through a hedge backwards, and better for it as well. Abaddon did not release him yet though, he wasn’t going to make it that obvious!!

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Ugh! The wings always got in the way. Why did Ruzal have to have them? Abaddon frowned as he made to grab the other warrior and get him in a headlock. He had planned on ruffing that too perfect hair into the perfect mess, but the wings just kept getting in the way!

“Give over,” Abaddon taunted, trying to use his superior strength to grapple the warrior instead - it had worked before, it might work again!

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🚫what is one thing my muse wouldn’t want someone else to know about them?

There are times when he misses his father and how things used to be. Sometimes, he wishes he could go back to those, simpler days before Chaos was invented/discovered. He would never, ever admit this though. Ever.

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//I only ever go there to get things I need and try to spend as little time there possible. Only biome I have not managed to locate as yet is the blue one. Got the others and that’s me good to be honest.

I have made a funky wizard tower out of blackstone though, and the roof is on fire because its made of netherrack... some ideas I have are dumb.

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“All Piglin must die!!”

//OMG! Piglin are a total nuisance though.

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Send “Who are YOU?” to meet a Muse from one of Muns other blogs!

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Send 🚿 or ‘Whoops!’ to walk in on my muse in the shower!

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character flaws meme;;

Flaws. We all have them. Even our muses. In fact, they often make for better, more engaging characters. Send a symbol to learn about one of my muse’s weaknesses!

🙊what would my muse say their biggest flaw is

⧱ what really is my muse’s biggest flaw

🤳name three physical imperfections my muse has (birthmarks, gray hairs, muscular definition, etc)

🙈what’s my muse’s biggest blind spot?

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?

💚what does my muse get envious over?

🚫what is one thing my muse wouldn’t want someone else to know about them?

🛌my muse’s biggest nightmare

✍️does my muse have a learning disability?

🎒what was my muse’s worst subject in school?

🙅‍♂️what does my muse feel insecure about?

👾what was my muse’s childhood bogeyman?

🙉what are two things that make my muse uncomfortable in conversation