#skxrbrand

[alphabitchnkari]

@skxrbrand (not set during current arc)

“My dearest reaper! I have…an unusual boon to request from you.” N’kari’s hands are clasped together in a pleading gesture.

There is a some kind of plaster box on end table next to him. The fumes of algae paste emit from it.

[crystal-grotto]

@skxrbrand liked for a mini starter!

'In the place where you're from, are... manticores a type of daemon?'

[pawnshcpdevil]

@skxrbrand

"Ey. You need some help with pest control or somethin'?"

[geckoodles]

Slides out some early morning commission work, a batch of headshots for @skxrbrand's Tanakhuill!

[elxgantcaptain]

@skxrbrand " You should have killed him."

"I was a child at the time, a foolish child who longed for adventure and left and never came back!" Hook scowled. "And I was naive of the world, I didn't long for violence then."

[thxndercrestfallen]

@skxrbrand crosses paths with the Lonesome Tyrant.

Bloodshed.

A hunting party of barbarians surround her. Of course, it's nothing she willingly started. The band of humans simply saw her on their path and decided to initiate battle. Whether or not they wanted her for her plated scales, or to sell her between settlements didn't matter to her, she would NOT allow them to tie her down like a submissive animal.

The taste of copper is thick on her tongue, rejuvenated with each bite into flesh and armor. Every human caught between her jaws is forcefully pulled apart, bitten in half, sent careening into the distance, or pulverized into the ground. Others were but paste beneath her feet, or crushed beneath her muscular tail.

Though even if the battle were leaning in her favor, the Rex, too, had her fair share of axe gashes across her legs, and spears peppering her hide that managed to dig into the softer parts of her hide. Yet these new wounds do not stop her. Men are slaughtered, several in between are singed to a crisp by currents of electricity.

None of these men run, accepting their fate of death to this paled, undead monstrosity. And in the end, all that is left is she. Standing among shattered corpses of her opponents, and the pools of blood beneath her.

[deathmanifested]

@skxrbrand

"These lands are different than what I am used to... By the looks of you, it seems I don't have to take my mortal form to fit in."

[feelinsheepish]

@skxrbrand continued from x

"I killed an entire village! TWICE!" Terrance spoke with a wobble in his angry voice, still shook with the reality of it. But it was no less true. "And it was WITHOUT this-Thiisss" He gestured to Skarbrand and then to himself before letting out another roar of frustration, grabbing his wild locks of hair and promptly PUNCHING the nearest tree.

[chapter-master-darius]

(Cont. from)

“I didn’t see you until I turned around, all I heard was something big. And I smelled a lot of blood. Seeing as I’ve met Skarbrand a few times and he’s for some reason not murdered the hell out of me, I assumed it was him.” Darius explains, looking around as he does so.

“And did you kill my horse?”

@skxrbrand

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

@skxrbrand: >B( wipes his moist snout on Qhizheks feathers

"... Well that is just plain rude."

He snaps his fingers and a huge, daemon-sized tissue bag starts floating around Khazaan. "At least try and be a civilized daemon if you're going to be sick all over the place."

[velvetwarfare]

“ Are you fucking kidding me. The daemons are at it AGAIN?

SKAR, FOR SOME BIG FUCK TALKING MAD SHIT ON SEX IS BAD, SEX IS NASTY, YOU SURE LOVE GETTING YOUR ROCKS OFF TO SLAANESH’S WHORE. MULTIPLE TIMES.

GO AHEAD, THROW ME, YOU KNOW I AM RIGHT. “

[alphabitchnkari]

@skxrbrand

It's not often that a single God wins ascendancy in the Great Game.

Even less often for the ascendent to be Slaanesh.

Yet every demon in Infernius could sense it in the morning air. The deep red of the sky is just slightly more lavender than usual. A gentle breeze blows across the inhabitants, invisible tendrils caressing their skin.

Demonettes cavort in the open, and bloodletters brawl and drink to satisfy their new compulsion.

Skarbrand observes from his balcony, a frown upon his face. He, too, is affected, though he has more self-control than the lesser demons.

Evidently N'kari does not.

The keeper's cooler body presses into his back, purple arms draping around his shoulders. The fearsome purple maw nibbles on his ear playfully.

[skullsforkhorne]

[x] @skxrbrand

The Reaper speaks true, Emil muses. To be mortal is to be weak and frail, but some amongst them find strength. Were that not the case there would be no more tribes in the north.

"Their strength feeds our own." He hums, a rumbling growl of contemplation. "And they cannot last forever. They need only make one mistake to join the pile."

Emil looks over from sharpening his own axe for a moment.

"Do your brothers not travel with you any longer, Reaper?" He inquires.

[pawnshcpdevil]

@skxrbrand said: " Wrong. You're yappy like a lap mutt and may as well be one."

Alright. He's starting to scratch at the collar a bit. Not that he was actually expecting it to budge or anything.

"I'm just gonna go ahead and clear the air. I ain't going ANYWHERE near your fuckin' lap."

[geckoodles]

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

Gift art for @skxrbrand, featuring Khazaan!

[serpentofslaanesh]

[x] @skxrbrand

"No, I thought not." She nods with a hum. She wasn't mocking him - it had been an honest question. The Bloodthirster's traits were not difficult to spot, if one knew where to look. Frankly, she didn't know if Khorne was the only one of the Four who uplifted Furies.

"While you are here, can I offer you a drink? It has been a while and I've heard precious little of your brothers." She clicks her fingers and a pair of Daemonettes wheel out a fucking huge barrel of wine, quickly scarpering away from the Bloodthirster.

"As for Fiends, even I am not immune to their venom. It does not kill me, but the vomiting and headaches are not the nicest sensations." She hums. "But I am too fond of them regardless to make meals of them."