sonofnocturne

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:-)

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Just popping in to remind everyone I’m not dead

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“A fellow of my own fate, indeed.” 

Makc relaxed and rested his hands on his hips. The small human was clearly here accidentally, and judging off his equipment and stature, would serve no threat to his home. 

That thought did lead Makc to a bit of worry, as Nocturne was one of the harshest worlds this side of the Imperium, and would eat him alive if no one intervened. 

“Your equipment, if it is in the same quality as your current, will most likely end up in a market in one of the caves here. If it doesn’t melt before then. If you have any sense of survival, you’ll accompany me to safety and we can begin to defuse this mess.”

Makc stuck out in arm in the direction of the large Monastery in the distance, beckoning for Tomas to follow him. It was his duty to protect those who could not protect themselves, and the last thing he needed was a strange human to fall waste to the wildlife of Nocturne. The inquisitorial process would be a nightmare.

Old, Weary, and Confused

Near the entrance to one of the larger caves of Nocturne, a warp portals up horizontally a few feet above the ground, drops out a rather disheveled Space Marine (who lands without much dignity), and closes just as quickly as it opened.

Dazed, Makcimus stood up to feel embraced but the suffocating heat of Nocturne, a soothing sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. His trip through the warp had not been intentional, nor was it short or enjoyable. His armor was chipped and had deep ridges in many places; his litanies and banners had bulletholes and singe marks spread along them. His face had many more scars than it had before, and to make matters worse: he had lost his weapons somewhere along the way.

Putting all the unpleasantness aside for later analysis, he dusted himself off and began walking toward the distant spires of the Salamanders Monastery.  

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At the answer of non-allegiance, warp-flame began to dance between his fingers, more as a visual warning. Makc could easily liquefy the small man, but he doubted the remains would be too beneficial to the wildlife of Nocturne. Removal would be the optimal solution. 

“The Imperium isn’t fond of mercenaries. So I doubt you have been hired by any Imperial lords of recent times.”

Makc ceased his pacing, peering down at Tom, red eyes not showing much intent or emotion.

“I am Makcimus the Flame-Maned, Librarian of the Salamanders 4th Company. This world is Nocturne. a death-world that my chapter and I call home. Anyone this side of the universe knows of Nocturne. so I doubt you came here by choice.”

Old, Weary, and Confused

Near the entrance to one of the larger caves of Nocturne, a warp portals up horizontally a few feet above the ground, drops out a rather disheveled Space Marine (who lands without much dignity), and closes just as quickly as it opened.

Dazed, Makcimus stood up to feel embraced but the suffocating heat of Nocturne, a soothing sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. His trip through the warp had not been intentional, nor was it short or enjoyable. His armor was chipped and had deep ridges in many places; his litanies and banners had bulletholes and singe marks spread along them. His face had many more scars than it had before, and to make matters worse: he had lost his weapons somewhere along the way.

Putting all the unpleasantness aside for later analysis, he dusted himself off and began walking toward the distant spires of the Salamanders Monastery.  

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“Human....”

Makc’ hulking form slowly rose above the ridge separating the two of them, foot by foot until his entire silhouette had cleared it. He looked down, several feet, to see a small man with a pistol. Makcimus squatted to be more even, his burning red eyes level with his smaller counterpart.

“And would you be of imperial descent or non?”

He stood, and began pacing around Tom, readying warp energy quietly in case he had to vanquish the visitor. Not the most preferable outcome, he thought to himself, but not the worst. 

Old, Weary, and Confused

Near the entrance to one of the larger caves of Nocturne, a warp portals up horizontally a few feet above the ground, drops out a rather disheveled Space Marine (who lands without much dignity), and closes just as quickly as it opened.

Dazed, Makcimus stood up to feel embraced but the suffocating heat of Nocturne, a soothing sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. His trip through the warp had not been intentional, nor was it short or enjoyable. His armor was chipped and had deep ridges in many places; his litanies and banners had bulletholes and singe marks spread along them. His face had many more scars than it had before, and to make matters worse: he had lost his weapons somewhere along the way.

Putting all the unpleasantness aside for later analysis, he dusted himself off and began walking toward the distant spires of the Salamanders Monastery.  

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A jolt of pain struck through Makc's head, notifying him of another unexpected warp experience nearby. As a natural reflex, Mack reached towards his bolt pistol to defend his homeland, and his gauntleted hand closed around an empty holster.

"Let's hope they're a conversationalist..."

His audio relay picked up the hesitant call, alerting him that it was a language extremely similar to Terran. His demeanor relaxed, and he dusted himself off more before approaching the sound.

In a voice that boomed through the dense air, he called out a response.

"Who has arrived here? What form are you?"

Old, Weary, and Confused

Near the entrance to one of the larger caves of Nocturne, a warp portals up horizontally a few feet above the ground, drops out a rather disheveled Space Marine (who lands without much dignity), and closes just as quickly as it opened.

Dazed, Makcimus stood up to feel embraced but the suffocating heat of Nocturne, a soothing sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. His trip through the warp had not been intentional, nor was it short or enjoyable. His armor was chipped and had deep ridges in many places; his litanies and banners had bulletholes and singe marks spread along them. His face had many more scars than it had before, and to make matters worse: he had lost his weapons somewhere along the way.

Putting all the unpleasantness aside for later analysis, he dusted himself off and began walking toward the distant spires of the Salamanders Monastery.  

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*Nearby robot noises*

Makc raised his brow at the odd noises, but put them off as affects of his disorientation from the warp. 

(I’m so sorry this has been sitting for so long)

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Old, Weary, and Confused

Near the entrance to one of the larger caves of Nocturne, a warp portals up horizontally a few feet above the ground, drops out a rather disheveled Space Marine (who lands without much dignity), and closes just as quickly as it opened.

Dazed, Makcimus stood up to feel embraced but the suffocating heat of Nocturne, a soothing sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. His trip through the warp had not been intentional, nor was it short or enjoyable. His armor was chipped and had deep ridges in many places; his litanies and banners had bulletholes and singe marks spread along them. His face had many more scars than it had before, and to make matters worse: he had lost his weapons somewhere along the way.

Putting all the unpleasantness aside for later analysis, he dusted himself off and began walking toward the distant spires of the Salamanders Monastery.  

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I miss seeing you on my dash!

Perhaps you’ll be seeing more of me...

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reblog if your family has a plastic bag with plastic bags inside

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Does anyone else remember that 200+ note post I had where everyone was arguing about the Emperor’s race?

Funny shit that was

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I’ve never even heard or genuinely said no-homo, it’s always been ironic. I always thought the no-homo thing was just an exaggerated internet thing, to go along with the super-dude-bro-man-dude jokes. Lol,

I’ve complimented and been complimented on most parts of the male body by other dudes.

i swear to god some people actually think guys don’t compliment each other without saying no-homo??? do people think guys don’t go out and hang out together just for shits and giggles? do they actually think guys are so insecure with there sexuality?

do people ACTUALLY think that?

i remember being in the locker room in high school and shit was like a half naked party you had fuckers slappin each others asses you had people doing RKO’s on each other (i shit you not RKO’s did happen) you had blokes sayin shit like “nice abs man” or “man your workouts doin wonders” (actually had this said to me once by a guy i only had one class with.

ffs femininity so fragile you gotta stereotype to make yourself feel better

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Happy Halloween Everyone!

Just anothe update that I’m not dead, only busy ^-^

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her hair and lips change to the color of your blog

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I’ll probably just let it be. I don’t do shit on here anymore I ‘spose. Good times are over for this blog I do believe.

I feel like I’ve become a memory to most people

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I feel like I’ve become a memory to most people

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So I log on today and...

Umm.... uh ok.... 

WHY JUST FUCKING WHY

I HATE FEET