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“Sons of Horus? Where I come from you don’t gloat about being the son of a bastard.”
Mjuron Vvarkhor, The Isstvan III Atrocity
He recognized the pup.
‘Sarul, aye?’, Vvarkhor growled while deflecting the axe. This one was fast, vicious and aching to prove himself. He’d fight with only his teeth, if it came to it. Good, they had something in common.
‘This is a new one, one of Angron’s butchers that talks during combat’, the Son of Horus mocked, ‘Are you going to recall the time we fought together, is it? Make me shed a tear?’
Vvarkhor bark-laughed, a second before the Nails kicked in. His sight went dark red, his thoughts burned inside his brain and in the next moment he was launching himself at the Justaerin with a roar. The traitor shook his head in contempt before bringing his combi-bolter up. He should’ve made the shooting first, but some still took the MKI’s bulk for sluggishness. Vvarkhor’s right thumbclaw entered right above Sarul’s collarbone, while the other two went around the traitor’s head, severing cables.
The Justaerin gasped both out of pain and half-feigned shock. He came face to face – too literally for his own good – with one of the earliest Lightning Claw designs, one made to wreck bulkheads and heavy vehicle systems. One equipped with palm-mounted Yggdrasil-pattern drills.
As the sound of flesh, ceramite and bone being pasted filled his hears, Vvarkhor roared, a horrid distortion of his hearty laughter. He kept roaring as his other claw dismembered and disembowelled Catavak Sarul. He finally managed to laugh when he started charging the three Heavy Support Squads that took aim at him…
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Phract, most likely. He is an expert at keeping a cool head (as much as possible, anyway). Vvarkhor is a berserker, in my mind what kept him alive through so many years of war was his pragmatism. He doesn't Love blood or victory, he loves battle and death, so he never stopped to gloat (or look around). But Phract is both pragmatistic and a masterful combatant who continuously trains to keep his mind from going deep red.
You have the singular gift of being both a phenomenally gifted artist and an extremely compelling story-teller. Your art is breathtaking, but it is your ability to capture and describe the subject's character in a few short paragraphs are what affects and sticks with me even more. Your word choice and flow is particularly striking, rich in detail without overwhelming the storytelling in excess description. I wish you wrote the official stuff, because yours is far superior to the vast majority of it. I find myself rooting for the mighty Mjuron Vvarkhor, and cursing the Dark Gods that such an awesome character had to meet his end far too soon.