𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡.

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𝖠 𝖥𝖮𝖮𝖫 𝖣𝖨𝖤𝖲 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖫𝖠𝖣𝖤 𝖲͟𝖳͟𝖨͟𝖫͟𝖫 𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖣.
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[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝘞𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙊𝘿𝙀𝙎,
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝙒𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𓅂
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[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

𝘞𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘝𝘐𝘎𝘐𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘜͟𝘕𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎. ⚔︎
𝙒𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙄͟𝙉𝙀𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙋𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀.

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

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wastes proper, but I vie only for an enemy leader's slaughter. Would that you ( * see ) one, you or yours, I must be made aware."

Such is her duty. Such is her life. Such is her purpose.

"Once the head is cut, the lessers will run. We must suffer none to survive."

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

"There is a battle to be found here. My Companions have reported of Chaos Cults, and their ilk. I would have your Sisters follow my Shield—Captain unto battle, and unto victory."

Her head nods, and the armor rattles appreciatively.

"I will guide you and yours into the

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[𝕵𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆 @ANATHEMAPSYKANA]

Jokassa feels not that same sense of things as her opposite numbers in the Emperor's Talons. Raptorial compatriots though they may be, they could not be farther removed.

His golden warriors are the pinnacle of human perfection, mighty and incorruptible in their splendour.
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[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

we die in the dark so you can live in the light.

[𝕵𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆 @ANATHEMAPSYKANA]

ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴋᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴡ;
ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ.

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

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profound, relieved feeling that Athemia gets the moment she spots @ANATHEMAPSYKANA.

"It has been a good many few years, Companion," she begins — and sinks the edge of her Vaultsword deep within the soil, "it brings me a great joy to share His radiance with you again."

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

There is, scarcely, a sense of relieved weight within a Custodian. Atlasian, there seems the weight of Terra residing on both shoulders; but in moments of Companionship — the weight is shared.

The Custodes and their Sisters are a bond profound — beyond words.

It is that

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[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

[ Her brows briefly furrow in focus. Then, a hum. The Custodes dips her head a slight in turn. ]

It leads to greater foes. It leads wherever the battle goes; and wherever we may still prosper — but most of all, it leads us to where His design calls.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @ImperiumsRegent]

Then we will ensure any sacrifice is not bought cheaply, Custodian.

( In realising her station within the Custodes, he lightly bows his head. )

Where does your blade take you to next?

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

So you may wish, aberration.

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝕱𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐑‎ ‎( SEMI-HIATUS )‎ . @frayingfate]

Let it swing further afield than near.

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

Blood harbors on the horizon. The sword shall swing this day.

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

@ForestBred <—

customs change upon each planet; I find myself cognizant still that it is Humans who are the most becoming of code and conduct."

The Custodian cants her head to look at him.

"They may be small regulatories, or large edicts — but still they are all their own."

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

Gold—donned and absurdly out of place, the Custodes attends the Lion's side with aplomb.

"My Lord."

It is lively with chatter. Beneath her helmet, her face scrunches up.

"We are maintaining dominion on the orbital defensive. A hostile ship has been shot down.

My

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[Lord of the First. @ForestBred]

The Primarch is currently being hosted by a planetary governor in her palace for safeguarding her world from a minor Xenos incursion.

He's mostly surrounded by nobles and politicians who are talking his ears off, leaving him quite.. uncomfortable.

Somebody get him out of there.

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

@ForestBred <—

The duet of heavy footsteps continued without tarry, out of grand doors and outward into air not so polluted by noise.

In the distance, the sound of whirring, battle, skirmishes that resembled fireworks — ablaze one moment and silently smoldering the next.

"While the

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[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

Such things are the twists and turns of War. In a Righteous vision, we may so advance heralding the flames of lives that have since quietened.

Where Humanity prospers, as do the ones whose footsteps in which we walk.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐍. @ImperiumsRegent]

The craft of delegation is delicate. Often it feels impossible to choose when one must suffer for another to thrive. It is a fact of the galaxy difficult to shoulder, yet truths do not bend or yield.

They simply remain.

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝕱𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐑‎ ‎( SEMI-HIATUS )‎ . @frayingfate]

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ㅤㅤ𝕬𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝕾𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝖆𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠.
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[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

The only certainty, within and without, is that her blade shall meet heretical flesh.

What a righteous certainty, indeed.

[𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡. @PalatineSword]

"BLADE CHAMPION, YOUR QUARRY IS HERE!"

A shiver rolls up her spine. Perhaps she enjoys this. Perhaps it is righteous, perhaps it is justice. Perhaps it is a hedonistic zealotry that carries her feet with haste.

Perhaps it is simply duty.

[Tim Yan (Commissions Open) @YanManXplore]

My Drawing of Absolute Wonder Woman in Kentaro Miura's Style