@meatscapes SŁȺȺNɆSĦ ɆNȻØᵾɌȺǤɆS ȻØØⱣɆɌȺŦƗØN WƗŦĦ ȺŁŁ WȺɌⱣ-ŦĦƗNǤS. ɆVɆN ØNɆS FɌØM WȺɌⱣS ȺSƗĐɆ FɌØM ØᵾɌS.
[ He nodded. The unmoving vox he had for a mouth whined as he finished speaking, his clawed hands slinging his guitar behind his back again. He can play again for them anytime. ]
@meatscapes [ He plays for a few moments more before letting the notes trail off into the endless void surrounding them. Black-as-pitch eyes gazing towards the ahamkara. Sizing them up, as if this god-thing could be his prey. ]
ĐØɆS ŦĦƗS ØNɆ’S NØƗSɆ ⱣŁɆȺSɆ ɎØᵾ, WƗSĦɃɌƗNǤɆɌ?
@dreadmother — as he felt solely pleasure. if slaanesh graced them with his presence, he would surely be pleased. ]
ȺĦĦ. ǤɌȺȻƗØᵾS ŦĦȺNKS ŦØ ɎØᵾ, WĦɆŦŦɆɌ ØF MɎ ȺⱣⱣɆŦƗŦɆ.
@dreadmother — falling to the ground with sickening, wet slaps amidst puddles of bright red blood. her screams echoing off the walls of the chasm below, parabolically rebounding from below and into the receivers he had instead of ears. he basked in the delightful sound, listening to her die —
@dreadmother — Ɨ ȺM MɆȺNŦ ŦØ ȻØNQᵾɆɌ.
[ as he speaks to dione, he is stalking after said ytterhullian noble, reaching back to grab the guitar-weapon dangling from his back. absentmindedly tuning it as he creeps towards the helpless woman. ]
ĐØɆS KᵾȺKĦ ĦȺVɆ ⱣɆɌMƗSSƗØN ŦØ KƗŁŁ ŦĦƗS—
@dreadmother — loyalty to his brothers in the third legion. he has been to countless planets in countless systems, and been soaked in the blood of countless victims, yet he remembers little. another cost of his mutations. ]
@dreadmother — he still could, he would be smiling. ]
SŁȺȺNɆSĦ ĐɆSƗɌɆS ŦĦØSɆ WĦØ ĦȺVɆ SᵾFFɆɌɆĐ ŦĦɆ ŁɆȺSŦ. ŦĦɆ MØɌɆ ȺNǤᵾƗSĦ WɆ ƗNFŁƗȻŦ, ŦĦɆ MØɌɆ SȻɌɆȺMS WɆ ĦȺVɆ ŦØ FƗŁŁ ŦĦɆ ȺƗɌ. ĦɆ WƗŁŁ ɃɆ MØSŦ ⱣŁɆȺSɆĐ WƗŦĦ ŦĦƗS.
[ he knows nothing besides his love for slaanesh and his unwavering —
@dreadmother — mind to hear the voice of dione again. in a life where he suffers much due to his mutations, the feeling of a voice overtaking his thoughts was not as bad as most would find it to be. ]
@dreadmother — with what man’s imperium calls “heresy,” and yet, he’s never seen or heard of such a being as dione. perhaps answers to his queries may arise from their conversation. ]
ƗS SŁȺȺNɆSĦ ɎØᵾɌ ǤØĐ, ȺS WɆŁŁ? ɎØᵾ FɌɆɆŁɎ ǤƗVɆ ĦƗM ØFFɆɌƗNǤ, ɎɆŦ WɆ KNØW ɎØᵾ NØŦ.
[ he braces his —