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Author's Comments: As promised ^^ Here is a story release. I'm actually re-writing mercenary, since my writing skills have upgraded a little bit and I am looking to practice more on setting the scene mood and using good imagery. I probably should submit to groups to get more feedback, but this took longer than expected and so nyeeeh >3< I'll do it with the next release xD
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Notes: Guilliman is the Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion, according to my research the Howling Griffons Chapter is derived from the Ultramarines.
For those not familiar, the Space Marines often swear oaths specific to the mission they are about to undertake, these are usually witnessed by their battle brothers and commemorated by an oath paper which is sealed to their armor. images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/…
The description and function of the 'warp gate' is based on similar device found in the Gaunt's Ghosts novel His Last Command by Dan Abnett.
Rough concept art for the warp daemon: and Hellan Ausrius:
Once again, this is a work of fiction. For those who don't know the "death letter" is written by most service members before entering combat to be delivered to their next of kin in the event of their death. These letters are meant to be collected and held by the command element, but they are often entrusted to comrades in arms.
It's finally finished. Everything about this poem--the ideas behind it, the hexagonal structure, and the nested metaphors--represent the most work I've put into any single piece of writing since The Native. If you're wondering why I'm submitting a poem about snow in September, it's because I first started working on this piece in February.
Normally for this sort of thing I'd be saying something like "You'd better like it", but this poem will probably go against enough people's beliefs that I don't think that's a very reasonable thing to ask. But I'd appreciate it if you to at least put some thought into it when you read it, and try to understand what it's an analogy for and why I structured it the way I did.
Dedicated to two friends who suffer/have suffered from OCD. My knowledge of OCD stems from hearing a little bit about their personal experiences and from reading few blogs I looked up. As the poem states, it's hard for me to understand what my friends go through, and this is my way of forming an understanding as best I can.
If you have personal experience with OCD or have a family/friend who has OCD and can offer a further understanding of the complication, I am all ears and willing to learn.