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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 4 days

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Color Theory

Author's note: More of Catius!

Past Future

Summary: Despite not telling anyone he's an Ultramarine, his first-born brothers can figure it out any way. And worry about what that means for the future of that First Founding chapter.

Warnings:... none? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

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Catius is grateful that Claude and Cedric haven’t spoken of which Chapter he’d belonged to before his arrival on Terra. The quiet, painful explanation of how he got to Terra he’s spoken of in painful stops and starts to Claude and Cedric, mostly as a way to warn them of the potential trickery and callousness of the First-born towards the Primaris. Not that Claude and Cedric haven’t had ample evidence, through word of mouth by other Primaris brothers, as well as personally experiencing it in one way or another directly.

Still- it had been horribly shocking that Catius and his brothers had been abandoned so abruptly and no one had come back to try and rescue them, leaving the entire batch of first generation Primaris Marines given to the Ultramarines to die, or perhaps some of the others might have survived via coming here, to Ancient Terra. He is glad that only just the once, he had been asked by Scout Sargent Ash'val of the Salamanders which Chapter he had been assigned to. He couldn't stop the flinch and the way he had curled in on himself, a couple of Imperial Fists, a couple of Ultramarines and a couple of Ravenguard and a few loyalists of other first founding chapters had also be in the area and he'd tried to tell him.

One must always give truthful answers to ones superiors, but he'd tried- but his accursed stutter (something that had been... trained, brutally) out of him had come back and all he'd managed, "t-t-th."

Before Scout Sargent Ash'val of the Salamanders, had very mercifully told him that if it was too hard for him to tell him, that he didn't have to. Just that if he wanted to reconnect with some of his First-born brothers, he'd need only tell him or one of the other Officers on base. Then the Scout Sargent had frowned at him again as he sent for an Apothecary, apparently, he'd been shaking something fierce again. For some reason, the thought of being under the command of more Ultramarine officers- who's got their own base in a different part of the city, and far, far away from Claude and Cedric filled him with a deep-seated terror that had him silent and clinging to Claude and Cedric. He knows he's got light skin, blue eyes, and light-colored hair, blond, which narrows it down to a couple of different chapters. But nothing conclusive, unless they test his gene-seed.

"If you want to avoid your first-born brothers in your chapter," Sargent Ash'val said carefully, his expression had a terrifying number of emotions on it before going smooth and stone still, "Just tell me, or one of the others and we will do our best to keep them away from you. Alright? Now- we need to see what you can do and what training you have."

He had nodded and followed after Sargent Ash'val and quietly been tested in a myriad of tasks and duties of a space marine, training that is shared between every chapter and mild testing to see which one he was chapter-specific trained. He did his best in the training- however the courses for the administrative duties, for the form work and other data and detail-oriented tasks, while some of them were very tricky, they were also very satisfying to complete and he'd unfortunately outed himself as an Ultramarine, or one of their successor chapters.

Which concerned them deeply that the young Primaris Marine would be so visibly upset at going back to his first-born brothers. Ash'val had some concerns and notes when he'd first met Cedric, but with each Primaris Marine they have found and slowly been ensnaring closer and deeper into their network. Their indoctrination and training, as well as how First-Born Marines in their Era treated them was, once was unfortunate, twice, is concerning, and this third, seems to be a hearts-breaking pattern and disturbing trend that wasn't just one chapter being too hard, but multiple chapters, with different Gene-fathers was deeply troubling.

If Ash'val ever found a Primaris Salamander, and found that his future brothers were even a fraction as cruel to the youngest of their brothers he... he would be very disappointed and have lots to say- and do to them. To the other First-born marines who thought that they had the 'right' or ability to be able to be so cruel, simply for the hell of it. These boys were good, loyal and dutiful.

And he knows of other First-born Marines, as they were called, who had fallen to Chaos for a fraction of what those boys have been through. The fact that they hadn't is a testament to several things, and not all of them good. He also knows, well, he will recommend it, but as Apothecary-types have their own way of doing things, he would request, and recommend that Cedric not meet Apothecary Hura of the Death Guard...

While Hura can be amicable, he can ferret out those who've been mistreated by those in power among their cousins and brothers distressingly easy... He tends to fuss over and covet them, trying to lure and steal them away to become a part of his War Band, which he points out that he doesn't run, he's not an officer, an Apothecary, not a ruler type. Honestly, this will displease more of the higher-ranking Space Marines in the base, particularly the Ultamarine and Ultramarine successor chapters (of which, there are many Ultramarine successor chapters).

That their Primaris Marine contingent had been left to be murdered by the Warp entities by- from what he'd overheard the second captain, of the Ultramarine Chapter. He'd stopped himself, only barely, from swearing, when he'd accidentally overheard the trio of them talking about their history. He knows he shouldn't snoop about, and eavesdrop, but while they are good, dutiful and obedient, getting them to open up and talk about what's happened to them is difficult, understanding due to how they'd been treated, but they need them to open up and trust them. In their own time of course, trying to force the issue won't help at all.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer #adeptus astartes #oc: Catius #ultramarine #ultramarine oc

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shannaraisles · 5 years

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Get Into My OC - Sabina Catius

(Faceclaim - Lily James)

Name: Sabina Cybele Catius

Nickname: The Carmine Orchid (The Randy Highwayman)

Age: 27 (her adventures are set roughly between Inquisition and Trespasser for the time being)

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Orientation: Pansexual

Profession: Courtesan (bandit/spy)

Background: Born in Nevarra to one of the few families who don’t claim blood relation to the Pentaghast clan. Sabina is the second daughter and third child of Aelos Catius, a merchant in rare herbs and spices gathered from all over Thedas. As a child, she traveled with their father, since she was the spare child of the household, and did much of her learning at his side. As a result, she learned several language, and much more about the practical culture of the various lands across Thedas, including a little about Tevinter, Seheron, and Par Vollen. She particularly took to Rivain and Antiva and, as her family’s status rose, Sabina made the most of that to form close connections with women of noble status. At the age of fourteen, she impressed an Antivan madam of noble status so much that money changed hands, and Sabina embarked on the career of a courtesan.

She was successful, more so for her ability to help a person relax and for her discretion, than anything. With her debt paid to the madam by the age of twenty-two, Sabina began to amass her own fortune and connections, falling in with a band of highwaymen who taught her martial skills in exchange for her negotiations when it came to ransoming their occasionally important victims. She did develop a penchant for seducing those victims for the sheer fun of it, earning herself the nickname of The Randy Highwayman. Yet she left banditry a mere two years later, re-entering high society and swiftly earning herself the new epithet of The Carmine Orchid. She doesn’t just sell her company ... she also gathers and sells information.

That isn’t to say that the Randy Highwayman doesn’t still make an appearance every now and then. She does have, shall we say ... a lust for life.

PHYSICAL

Body type: Slender, hourglass, toned

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Brown, curling, mid-back length; most often worn off her face in half or full updos

Skin: Often described as roses and cream, but tans easily in the sunshine

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 140 lbs

Distinguishing Marks: None that any lady or gentleman have ever shared

Style: In society, she is known for soft, sensuous fabrics and classical lines; as a bandit, she favors more form-fitting clothing that allow for freedom of movement

LIKES

Colors: Blue, reds, black

Smells: Embrium, jasmine, sea salt

Food: Honey snaps

Fruit: Bananas

Drinks: Spiced red wine, cold ale

OTHER

Smoke: On occasion

Drugs: When the occasion calls for it

Travel: A carriage for preference, but a very accomplished rider who also loves a good sea voyage

Want to know more about her? Go ahead and ask! My inbox is always open!

#yet another bloody oc #sabina catius #okay i admit it #she's my sexuality and libido made sort of flesh #adventures are likely to be mainly bedroom based #but it'll be fun!#right?

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furrytrash66-blog · 7 years

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@Endy catius ' oc, Endy! I drew this on ibis paint x, enjoy!

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 16 days

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Surprise Guest

Author's note: More mermay, some world building with Poor Unfortunate Souls AU, and a dash of Space Marines Sentient Husbandry. Oh boy, I wrote a little over 1K words for this one.

Summary: Hura finds a stranger in his den, it's a wounded Loyalist Scout, so he calls for back up, as well as teases some of his younger cousins, because he finds them Hilarious.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, light bullying? Or is it intimidation. Hura's being a bit of a lil' shit head. Let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @egrets-not-regrets, @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @kit-williams

Tagged again, just in case: @kit-williams, @whorety-k

Catius Past

Hura Past

Hura had finished with some tasks he’d been meaning to do, helped out some of his fellow Chaos Mer-Astartes, he’s swimming back to his underwater cave system, when he smells something off about the waters immediately around and inside is caves. He huffs, as he readies himself, whether for a fight, or to scare whoever it is thought they could so foolishly take over his cave. He pauses as he swims deeper into his cave system when he smells the scent of blood. Astartes blood.

Ah- perhaps someone had tried to come to his cave seeking treatment… Unusually bold, or more likely desperate. He retracts his claws and spines mostly as he shifts his gear, wondering who his newest patient is going to be. And if they had friends with them. What he comes across gives him pause. By the coloration, that deep, vivid blue and spots, that eel-like tale that flows like a long ribbon in the wind, this is an Ultramarine, or one of their successor chapters, before their scales shed and into their pod’s hues.

As Hura carefully approaches the other mer-astartes, he notices, he’s large for a normal Son of the 13th Primarch. Hura’s face breaks into a grin as his eyes sparkle. Oh- oh he’s heard of this! A Primaris! Oh- those youngsters from the farthest in the future that near enough any of them can determine. And, so far, none have yet to fall to Chaos or to turn Renegade. But that is most likely because they are all brainwashed Scout-lings who haven’t had much life experience out of the drudgery of basic training and have yet to really sink their teeth into the poisonous, wonderous horrors of the wider galaxy.

Hm… he’s not heard of a new Primaris Marine, of any chapter coming into any of the local pods. Perhaps he’s new? Poor thing, arrived upon Ancient Terra, and unknowing of where and when he is. Likely caught in a vicious battle as Hura continues to silently approach the Scout-ling. While his wounds are stitching up, due to his Astartes constitution he notices how the poor thing was almost pulled apart by Warp Predators. Ouch. Likely the sole survivor of his Primaris Pod, unless he was the only one strong enough to survive ancient Terra’s waters and collapsed into the nearest place where he’d be able to sleep off the worst of his injuries.

Poor little scout, unknowing of the dangers and beauties of this new world and time. He does send a message on his vox through to his fellow Apothecaries, of the Alliance of Loyalist, Renegade, and Chaos factions, the youngster is not going to react well to him at all, and as, while he’s recovering, is still badly wounded and will react with far more hostility. Those Primaris Space Marine Scout-lings can be ever so vicious and suspicious of the Chaos-embracing brothers and cousins. Its likely part of their training to be so, which is a pity, as he’d so dearly love to meet with a Primaris and be able to observe their mannerisms and behaviors up close, as well as teach any who’d have the capacity, skill, and heart for being an Apothecary. He’s been one for a very long time.

Not a few moments later he’d gotten a response and an Imperial Fist Apothecary, as well as a couple of younger Apothecaries would come to his cove to gently scoop up the wounded, sleeping youngster, and hopefully get to him before the youngster woke up and then panicked at the Sight of Hura watching him from the entrance of the cave. Little brothers and cousins could be so adorable at times, and he’s slow to anger and understanding of… youthful misadventures and shenanigans.

The young Primaris Ultramarine is starting to wake, his face scrunching up and snuffling at the currents as his fins flare and curl as his senses start to inform him of the Danger that’s nearby. Hura does back off, no need to scare the poor thing absolutely silly for unknowingly entering the nest of someone else when he was so wounded and unknowing of everything that was going on around him. He waves to the Imperial Fist and other assorted Loyalists and the young Black Templar Apothecary, who doesn’t have armor, but really should get some at time hisses and growls at him, flaring his fins and his scales rucking up.

“What a wonderful threat display,” Hura coos to the youngster who thinks he’s So Scary.

Hura has seen things that would drive lesser beings mad or commit suicide. He was on one of the ships that were trapped within the warp, unable to die, unable to help his brothers and they suffered, grew sick, yet didn’t die as they were trapped in the Warp for an eternity or two until their Gene-father cracked and gave in and begged for Grandfather’s blessing, who’d happily given it to all who’d joined him. He blocks out Unpleasant memories, the past was the past and thinking about Before was… well.

No. Not a good idea. Youngsters to playfully tease. The young Primaris Ultramarine has woken up, and is skittish and an anxious youngling, but perks right up when he spots the young black Templar. He sure does think he’s scary as well, growling at Hura like he is, poor dear, his fins are torn and he can’t do a proper threat display, although he tries. It’s interesting how the Primaris Space Marines, despite being from, or at least assigned to different chapters seem to know one another, or at least of each other enough to perk up when the spot each other. Or at least, that’s what he’s heard from those that have met some of the youngest of their cousins. It’s such a terribly fascinating little puzzle that he wants to solve, but alas he can’t get near because they Really Don’t Like Chaos Space Marines.

“Hura,” One of the older Apothecaries say with a sigh.

“Yes, Kordito?” He trills out amused.

“Stop scaring the Scouts,” Kordito says with another sigh.

“But I’m not doing anything!” He protests with a pout, “I’m just floating here, near my nest.”

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 18 days

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Adrift at Sea

Author’s notes: Catius’s debute in Mermay!

Summary: Catius is looking for somewhere to patch up his wounds and finds a cave. It seems empty of inhabitants. Supposedly.

Warnings: unreliable narrator, descriptions of injuries, feelings of loss and betrayal, survivor’s guilt, let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @kit-williams, @sleepyfan-blog

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Swimming in the oceans of this world, filled with pollution and trash, as well as a lot of life was interesting. His strong ribbon dark blue take with spots of yellow-gold mark him for being of the Ultramarine shoals. The wicked warp storm that he and his brothers had been swimming through, being shown the ways through by Captain Sicarius had been vicious, and the warp predators were even more ferocious. He feels the sting in his hearts and eyes as he remembers the First Born Second Captain abandoning him and his brothers for his own skin.

He and his brothers had been fighting together to try to break through the storm and predators. Each of his brothers falling one by one and he had assumed he'd die as well, as he continues to swim, still bleeding heavily, but alive, on this world he doesn't recognize, he may still die, or attract predators that scent the blood of a wounded creature and circle and pick at his corpse to eat his flesh. He shakes his head, no! He shouldn't think like that! He still has some of his weapons that work and his armor, while it will need to be repaired, still offers him more protection that going without it would do.

His vox is busted and his throat is healing, so trying to sing out for help is out of the question at the moment. He's blinking the spots out of his vision; he needs to find somewhere to rest and recover. He's spotted sharks, and other predatory aquatic life start to scent the blood in the water and chase after him. A few bolter blasts chase them right off, for easier prey as he silently bares his teeth in a soundless snarl at them, his scales rucking up to make him seem larger and more intimidating before he continues to swim on. Tired from battle, and his hearts sore from the loss of all the brother's he's been raised and trained with the most.

Loss and death are some of the duties of an Angel of the Imperium, and something he knows would be his fate at one point or another. But to be abandoned, before his first mission, to be torn apart and eaten by warp predators so that the first-born officers could save their own skins was... well, older brothers, especially first born are more valuable because they are older and more experienced, but an entire Company of Primaris Marines in exchange for one Captain? Even though he is the Second Captain feels a little... well, no- those thoughts are Bad Thoughts. And Not Good.

Captain Sicarius was... he likely had his reasons for leaving them behind to die. Even if he doesn't know what those reasons might be, even if they are ones that he doesn't know if he has the capacity to listen to and try to understand at the moment. He'd been warned by some that those of the gene-seed of Guilliman could have a Berserker's rage if properly pushed too far, and he'd been pushed over that limit during their abandonment, which was what likely allowed him to survive, even if he'd much rather to have died honorably alongside his battle brothers.

He takes in a couple of deep breaths and his gills flare a little as he spots an underwater cave, he slowly approaches it. He carefully scouts within the cave, making sure to keep a sight line in order to not get lost within the caverns. So far it doesn’t seem like someone is living here, whether it’s an entity or a large, or a school of smaller creatures that could potentially give him trouble as his wounds self-knit and he stops bleeding, the pain slowly fading from his body. He checks over his body and takes some rations to nibble on as he eases the complaints in his stomach into low rumbles as he tries to fall asleep.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer #adeptus astartes #oc: Catius #mermay #mermay 2024 #mermay 40k

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 18 days

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A New Beginning

Author’s Note: From what I learned, all or nearly all of the Primaris Ultramarines were murdered in the Warp, and they saw how Captain Meme Lord Cato Sicarius escape, leaving them to die in the warp.

Summary: Catius is awake, and is fully surprised that he is Not Dead. He decides that he needs to get the colors that he’d once been so proud of off of his armor.

Warnings: a bit of a panic attack, I think? Unreliable narrator, feelings of betrayal, I think. Tell me if I need to add more.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @barn-anon, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Tagged again, just in case it doesn't work: @kit-williams, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @whorety-k

How could he abandon us? Is one of the last thoughts Catius had before the ship was torn apart by the warp predators in the massive storm. Watching as Captain Cato Sicarius of the Second Company abandoned him and the other Primaris Marines assigned to the illustrious and honorable Ultramarines. They had been proud, honored and intimidated by the fact that out of all of their fellow Primaris Marines, they were chosen to become apart of the Holy Avenging Son’s personal Chapter. He wakes up with a broken gasp as he looks around wildly, he’s no longer on a ship, he’s no longer in the Warp, but on a planet.

He looks around more slowly as his hearts beat, he’s, from the scent of the planet atmosphere that he can taste has pollution, but isn’t as bad as Forge Worlds or Mining Worlds. He doesn’t recognize the topography as he tries to scramble to figure out where he is. How he got here is going to be the next question as he going to see if he can figure out. He takes a few deep, shuddering breaths as he forces his mind and body to calm down. He had been betrayed by his, no the, no A, Captain of the Ultramarines. He closes his eyes and takes in a few breaths as he looks down at his feet, and feels something hurt inside him recoil at the holy ultramarine blue and gold.

Off, he needs to get these colors off his armor. He’s an Ultramarine no more. His brothers have died, or are scattered upon this planet, whether this is Real or if it’s merely an illusion or a hallucination meant to taunt and torment him, he will learn the longer he is here. He looks around, and uses his ears and eyes to asses his surroundings. He’s in a forested area, and tries to see if he can see or smell smoke, nothing. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly and then tries to strain his hearing to see if he can hear the faint sound of water running from a river or stream.

All he can hear is his own breathing and hearts beat as they slowly calm back down to his normal basal rate. He opens his eyes again and checks to see where the sun is located in the sky and to try to orient himself as he slowly walks five minutes in one direction, counting in his head the seconds as he looks around to see if he can identify anything as landmarks or a river or a road. He then goes back to his original location and walks five minutes in another direction, nothing useful, before going in the other two cardinal directions with no new information gathered within the last twenty minutes.

He tries to use his vox to call out for help- and gets back static, either his vox is busted, or there is no one near enough to hear him call for help. He checks his armor and pouches to see what it is he has on him. Several cartridges of bolter charges, as well as enough rations of nutri-paste and hydration to last him seven days with out rationing, and with rationing fourteen days. That is without finding something to supplement his rations, whether that is through hunting and foraging, or ideally, finding some sort of civilization. He also needs to find a way to scrub off the paint on his armor and the symbol of the Ultramarine off of his armor.

He can and will compartmentalize and delineate what is the most to least important tasks. Catius slowly moves in circles out from where he had… landed? Appeared? He does, in regular intervals let out a piercing whistle and try to comm some one on his vox, and pauses, waits, and doesn’t get a response from either the whistle or the vox call. So, he continues to move, slowly, carefully trying to hear a stream, or smell smoke of a campfire, he knows that there is civilization, there is the disgusting smell of pollution and smog, even if it’s only distant.

After several hours of walking in silence, his mind going over what’s happened to him and the feelings of hurt and betrayal bubble up and he tries to ruthlessly suppress them, and the thoughts that bubble up, he needs to compartmentalize, he needs to focus on survival and finding civilization and Orders for what to do next. Even his stomach squirms uneasily at the thought of that. He pauses in walking, when he hears something- the heavy footstep pattern he recognizes as First-Born Marines walking through a forested area. He has a moment to think before he nimbly climbs up one of the large trees that can take his weight in full ceremite armor as he gets up high enough to watch the First-born.

Some, cautious instinct had told him in the voice of one of instructors during his time with The Mechanicus that had him scrambling up the tree and hide from where eyes can spot him, hopefully. He’d taken the time to scrub his armor with the loam of the planet to hide the now skin crawling color of the Ultramarines. He’d taken a rock to strike the symbols and filigree off the armor, and it had worked, up to a point, his armor now soils brown and the symbols mostly scrubbed off as he made sure to be as silent as possible as his hearts dropped to his stomach as he saw First Born Chaos Marines tromp about, and their heads tilting from side to side as if they are searching for… something or someone.

Oh no, the vox messages he had sent out- even if he hadn’t heard someone, or more likely, they hadn’t responded, they might have heard his calls for aid. Fuck this is not good. He’s as silent and still as a shadow as he hears them call out on the vox, ensuring that he’s turned his internal and external vox silent.

“Little Cousin,” One of them croons out mockingly, “Lost little cousin, where are you?”

“Come out and be found, lost younger cousin,” Another calls out on the vox.

“We can help you traverse this world,” A third calls out. “it’s stranger and more complicated thank you think younger cousin.”

They are mocking him, lying to him. If they find out he’s a loyalist, he’s dead, or worse than dead and that is not something he wants to deal with. Especially with the betrayal from Second Captain Sicarius, he does not want to deal with a whole squad of Chaos Astartes of the First-Born kind, he notices that one is a Word Bearer, a second one is an Emperor’s Child, and a third one is an Iron Warrior. He is kind of curious why they think he is a younger cousin, it’s true, he’s likely much younger than all of them, and he wonders if his voice, even over a vox has betrayed him.

His training is screaming at him to reveal himself by trying to kill the Chaos Scum, but it was four to one, and as he scanned the surroundings using his HUD display it tells him that there are more astartes shaped individuals in-bound. The situation is bad, and going to worse. He’s mentally calculating his options and just what damage he can do to them, and have them do to him so he doesn’t suffer at their hands, captured alive, if at all possible. There is a near silent ping on his comms and he almost wants to let out a sigh of relief, but he doesn’t has he sends a silent vox message to Claude his location.

He's glad, as much as he concerned as to how Claude and Cedric are here when he knows that they are of and from other chapters, which are in opposite sides of the galaxy, at least as far as he was aware of at the moment. Claude signals him once he’s shadow-teleported down to the base of the tree. Catius carefully scrambles down the tree and embraces his dear brother who hugs him back as tight, before tugging him into the shadows, which are bitterly cold, he closes his eyes, so he doesn’t potentially go mad by seeing something he’s not suited to see, trusting Claude to guide him true and greets Cedric, alarmed that the other is out of armor. They both explain about where and when he is. Also, about the complete grox-shite that is the Alliance between the larger warbands of Chaos and the Loyalists.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer #adeptus astartes #oc: claude #oc: Cedric #oc: Catius

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 20 days

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Master List

Since this List is Long, and only going to grow, I've put a 'read more' to shorten it. The boys are under it.

Claude:

Husbandry:

Take A Breath, Take a Step

Snare and Deadfall

Darkness Looks Like Haven

World's Ending

Turning Pages

Mermay:

Drifting in Cold Waters

Mirrors Lie, Mirror's Truth

Bonding Rituals

Jophiel:

Husbandry:

Mermay:

Cursed

Imhoden:

Husbandry:

Brave New World

Nightmares

Mermay:

Tangled

Paying it Forward

In The Blue

Ramiel:

Husbandry:

Portrayal of Betrayal

Mermay:

Bonding Rituals

Catius:

Husbandry:

A New Beginning

Color Theory

Mermay:

Adrift At Sea

Poor Unfortunate Souls:

Explanation for it

Su'cona:

Husbandry:

Mermay:

Hunting Practice

Zadakael:

Husbandry:

Only in Death Does Duty End

Mermay:

Waltzing Waves

Symith:

Husbandry:

Mermay:

Call of the Lost

Karlsor:

Husbandry:

Mermay:

Alpharius 'Chief' 'Zariel'

Death? Not Today! Fuck You!

Finding A New Shoal

Husbandry:

Mermay:

No Longer You

Zaarius:

Husbandry:

Dripping Poison

Mermay:

Zeth:

Husbandry:

Mermay:

Hura:

Husbandry:

Arrival on Ancient Terra

Mermay:

Beach Vacation

Surprise Guest

Little Gift

Not Again

Healing This is @sleepyfan-blog story... <3

Recovery

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 15 days

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Only In Death Does Duty End

Author’s note: Zadakael’s debut! He’s going to show up in a couple of different AUs.

Warnings: Fighting, bloodshed, Blood Angel In Black Rage, tracking and hunting of animals, Let me know if I need to add more.

Summary: Zadakael falls in battle on Holy Terra, and awakes on a planet he doesn’t recognize, not realizing he’s on Ancient Terra. Yet. After nearly dying, and waking up he’s starving and thirsting and goes hunting.

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Zadakael had been fighting at the Siege of Terra, fighting the Traitor Legions, when he had felt his beloved Primarch Fall. Had felt the pain, the rage, the heartbreak, the beginning of what would become The Curse of the Blood Angels and their successor chapters, they'd always had the Red Thirst, but the Black Rage started as a parting... gift? Curse? Of their Gene-father to his sons. Zadakael, like many of his brothers who fought alongside their Primarch on Holy Terra it's self-had either buckled to their knees and howled out their grief and rage momentarily before rising to their feet as the First of the Black Rage turned them all into a Frenzy they saw Horus in all enemies that were in front of them.

Their blows becoming stronger, as the please and words of the Arch Traitor are but words on the wind and they'd not heed his treacherous words. Zadakael bellowed out his rage and sorrow as he continued to strike down the Bastard and howled is rage and fury as the tears that flowed down his face blurred his vision momentarily. He cared not for the wounds he received, for his blade will strike with mighty fury that will deal blows that slay more than what he received will ensure that those that caused his beloved Primarch's death will die and have the same amount of mercy extended to his beloved Primarch.

He doesn't really feel it when a lucky blow from an enemy sink through his broken Ceramite armor and pierces his armor. He glares at them with hate filled red eyes, even as his final breaths he tries to do just a bit more damage to the Arch Traitor.

"Die!" He spits out at the Arch traitor as his vision fades to darkness and he welcomes the void of death, and to rejoin his beloved father in the afterlife.

He wakes up with a gasp, and lets out the softest of pained whimpers as tears fall down his face. Somehow, he was alive, even though he'd thought he was dying at the blade of an enemy. A small part of him had been glad of it, that he'd be able to rejoin with his beloved Primarch. But he'd heard a loving murmur from his father who'd said that his Duty had not quite yet ended, and that he'd be needed as one of many in a new duty, a new station, a new planet. He'd wanted to say something as he clung to his most holy father, who'd glowed most beautifully in the light of the afterlife.

With those tears he'd allowed to fall he'd bowed his father and obeyed his Decree and he is still alive. He's not on Terra- these trees that he sees are not ones he recognizes. He continues to stay where he lies as his body knits back together with his enhanced Healing. Focusing on his hearts first, and as his lungs knitted together as well his breathing became easier the healing energy focuses on his worse injuries first. By the Throne he is so very thirsty. He'll need to find something to drink, especially with how much energy he's used in order to heal, and in order to heal fully he'd need more blood.

He grimaces a little, as he slowly gets up, careful of his injuries as he tests how his body is reacting and flexes his fingers and toes, slowly, gingerly moving his arms and legs, noting what sings with pain, and the lack of it. His Ceramite armor is completely fucked, and his Vox is busted, but it's still useable enough to wear as he pulls off his helmet and closes his eyes and takes in a couple of deep breaths, trying to see if he can smell any animals nearby. Opening his eyes as he starts to look around, his keen red eyes alighting on a quadrupedal foot track, and as he carefully tracked the prints, hoof prints, likely some sort of herbivore as he follows the tracks and finds scat and tufts of fur.

He continues to track the herd of quadrupedal herbivores, they have bone protrusions from their heads, antlers of some form. He tracks them, a patient hunter as he scares them, into running and carefully chases after them, the slowest of them he’s going to feast upon. Biding his time until one of the creatures’ collapses, tries to get up and collapses again. He carefully angles his approach and pounces on the creature. He ignores is bleating cries as he drinks from the creature, salty-iron flavor of a carbon-based life form.

He’s so thirsty as he drinks, and drinks and drinks, making sure not to spill a drop of the thirst-quenching life’s blood, easily able to hold the creature that slowly stops thrashing in his arms as he drains it dry of blood. After he’s not entirely filled his belly, but has had enough blood that the Red Thirst is no longer something that is a Need, but a Want that he can ignore he takes one of his long knives and thanks the creature for it’s life’s blood as he starts to prepare the animal, carving the hide carefully from it’s flesh.

He’s not going to waste the flesh, bones, sinew, and hide of the beast that he drank from, as that would be wasteful and the meat, he can cure with a pouch of spices that he’d always carried with him, just in case he needed them. Starting a fire was easy with the wood and brush around him as he cooks the meat and starts to cure the hide with what limited resources he’s got to him. He uses all pieces of the carcass that he can, calculating how long he can use what he can, for his own purposes, and his head snaps up as he hears rustling in the bushes, growls softly but stops as he sees a couple of Scout-aged cousins come stumbling out of the bush and stare at him wide eyed and startled.

“Sit, eat, then talk,” He orders the young ones, one of them isn’t wearing armor for some reason and is wearing strange black and white heraldry that he doesn’t recognize, while the other is clearly wounded from the way he’s limping.

“Th-there are Chaos Marines, nearby sir,” One of them says with a stutter.

“Chaos Marines?” He asks with a frown as he shoves food into their hands.

“Traitors,” The one in Black and white clarifies with a twitchy, low growl in his voice.

“You two, stay here, tend to the fire, eat,” He scowls at that, “I’ll deal with them.”

“Uh- when did you arrive Here?” The one in Black and white asks.

“Several hours ago,” He replies, “Do you know where we are.”

The two scouts look at each other and at him, the other Scout, who’s armored seems very Confused. While the one in Black and White Fidgets, “Can you comm anyone on your Vox, sir?”

“It needs to be repaired first,” He says with a shake of his head.

“Uhm… some of the other older brothers- and cousins of the Loyalist chapters say that there is an alliance between Traitors and Loyalist.” The one in black and white reports, while his expression shows his concern and disbelief.

“… That sounds. Not right.” He says with a frown. “Stay here. I’ll handle the Traitors.”

He heads off in the direction the Scouts came from, starting to hear voices, that are twisted as he readies his weapons. “I Shall bring you death Traitors!”

He snarls at them, sending the mixed group of traitors scattering and swearing at him as he hisses and growls at them, chasing after them with his bolter and blade. The cowards flee before him, not in the direction of the confused young Scouts.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #adeptus astartes #warhammer #Poor Unfortunate Souls #oc: Zadakael #oc (mentioned): Cedric #oc (mentioned) Catius #blood angel #blood angel oc

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shannaraisles · 5 years

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OC relationship questions for Sabina, please! :D 32, 33, 36, 37 & 38

Ooooh, my courtesan gets a work out. Nice! Thank you!

Does OC have or want kids?

No, Sabina does not have, nor does she want to have, children. It’s not that she doesn’t like them, but she enjoys her work and it involves a lot of traveling. If she had a child, she would either have to set up a base for herself somewhere and stop traveling altogether, or she would have to constantly be leaving her child to go away. Neither of those circumstances appeal to her, and she takes precautions to make sure she will never have to make the decision.

Is OC/Would OC be a good parent?

Sabina probably would be an excellent parent, to be honest. She understands boundaries and limitations, but also the need to test those limits in a safe environment. She’s highly educated, and has a wide ranging skill set, so entertainment would never be a problem. And she’s very affectionate in her own way.

How has OC been affected by their friendships?

For a long time, Sabina cultivated friendships to her own advantage, so she used people to raise her reputation and status. Her first true friend in adulthood was Daxien Ravos, the highwayman who offered her a job rather than just robbing her and taught her about the darker side of the nobility that she’d been serving for most of her life by that point. Because of that friendship, she became much more confident in herself and her own abilities, and she started to embrace what she enjoyed about life and her own passions within it. Even though she left the band of highwaymen, she stays in contact with Daxien and occasionally pops back to rob a random coach with her friend. As far as other friendships are concerned, she does have legitimate, real friendships with many of her repeat clientele, and of course, where the friendship is, her own ability to relax in their company is magnified, and she learns from them. Thanks to her friendship with Queen Anora, for example, she learned how to present herself safely and memorably to various royal courts; her friendship with Dorian Pavus is teaching her the ins and outs of the Magisterium.

How has OC been affected by their family relationships?

She adored her father; she didn’t actually spend much time with her mother or siblings, so her feeling toward them as a child was more one of duty than of actual love or filial loyalty. Her father, however, is the one who sold her to the Antivan madam who made her a courtesan, and that betrayal, as she saw it then, has colored her view of men in particular. She doesn’t easily trust men, especially those who say they love her, constantly expecting to be betrayed or hurt somehow. The rest of her family don’t acknowledge that she’s one of them, and while it hurts her to be been disowned, she accepts it. She just quietly resents it, and is envious of families that have genuine attachments.

How has OC been affected by their romantic relationship(s) or lack thereof?

Sabina’s entire life revolves around forms of romantic relationships, but there’s little true romance involved, at least on her end. She’s never allowed herself to fall in love, and those of her clients who profess their love for her are gently let down and never allowed to contract with her again. Holding those walls up all the time is a very lonely experience for her, but who knows? Maybe there’s someone out there who can make her fall in love before she realizes it.

[OC Relationship Questions]

#kagetsukai #sabina catius #courtesan #dragon age oc #oc questions #tmi tuesday #she's open for any oc interaction anyone fancies

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