#dissatisfieddov

[looking-for-lost-stars]

"Please don’t ask me about my parents" to Boe, (@dissatisfieddov)

Please Don’t Starters:

@dissatisfieddov

Boe immediately felt guilty, they should know better, they don't want to talk about their own parents... Or particularly their father. They look down at their feet "I-I-I'm sorry."

#//ic #//boe #runar #dissatisfieddov

[divinacaptivus]

"Wake up my dear guest!" Runar cried out from the kitchen, "Today is the day I take you to the neariest tailor! Windhelm is the cloest major city to us, ignoring any small settlement of course!" Runar called out to his guest, the smell of hot porridge drifting through the ruin from the kitchen.

(@dissatisfieddov)

The dreams of the Master of Mankind were not ordinary dreams. They were far more vivid than those a mortal could conjure. They were past, present, and even future all diffused into a cocktail of subconscious thought. Buried under a mound of sleeping furs, the giant shifted in slumber.

To any onlookers, that sleep would seem dreadfully uneasy.

The voice of his host roused the ancient in a cold sweat. He scanned his sizeable nook within the ancient tomb before gazing at his bronze hands in near-disbelief. There was a part of him that feared that this reality was a warp-born delusion, that he was still a writhing prisoner of the Throne back on Terra.

The man once called Emperor didn't know which scenario was worse; being here, burdened by the knowledge that Terra was no more, or being there, locked in endless torment of mind , body, and soul.

When the smell of food hit his nostrils, it roused a hunger in his belly. Physical sensation was enough to ground him, enough to draw him out of what passed for a bed.

Kusig Alad was here, on some feudal dirtball who-knows-where, and he was in sore need of some proper clothing.

@dissatisfieddov

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[ave-dominus-nostramos]

∗ 15

( @dissatisfieddov )

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∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room

Curze could smell that accursed reptile the moment he stepped into the room. The noxious stench of the warp wafting off Runar were far more intense than it'd been the first time they'd met. Evidence of some foul sorcery the creature must be punished for in accordance with the principles of justice. With his Father's law. For the Emperor of Mankind has decreed all uncontrollable witches to be put to the death and so his righteous son shall obey.

He wrinkles his nose in disgust as his mind searched the crowd for the sinful creature. It only took him a few moments to locate Runar in the mob of simpering fools. Mortals and Astartes alike mingled around him but their psychic imprints were pitiful embers next to his target. Curze ignored them.

He never understood Guiliman's insistence on surrounding himself with this wretched ilk. He continues further into the ceremonial hall, barely acknowledging the Ultramarines saluting him with any more than a sharp glance. They knew better than to stand between him and his chosen prey.

He finds Runar lounging atop a makeshift throne, far too absorbed in the adulation of his prey to notice his presence. He watched as one of his serfs fed him a crimson fruit peeled by hand while the beast joked with some mortal dignitary. The mortals surrounding him laugh with the Dragonborn about without a trace of fear, unaware of the predators lurking in their midst.

Oppulent. Unwary of his surroundings. Disgustingly complacent like Nostramo's corrupt aristocracy. Unworthy of life. Curze's hatred grew with each passing second that thing drew breath, his malevolent intent radiating outward to shroud the entire room in an oppressive aura.

Their eyes meet. A look of shock passed across Runar's face as he scrabbled to drawn a dagger.

The Night Haunter snatches a glass of wine from a nearby Word Bearer's numb hand before throwing it into Runar's face with unerring accuracy.

"You've feasted well tonight, Dragonspawn. Fattening yourself like a pig to be slaughtered. Let's give the people of Maccrage a demonstration of what happens to those who flee the Emperor's judgment."

#dissatisfieddov #ic

[looking-for-lost-stars]

A presence suddenly interrupts the relative calm of the warp around Ash, something completely alien starts to seep his psychic presence as the blonde horned man explored this new facinating place. ( @dissatisfieddov )

@dissatisfieddov

Ash jumped and then looked confused. "What the fuck?" Ash was immediately blocking off his own psychic presence. "Who the fuck are you?"

#//ic #//ash #runar #dissatisfieddov #answer tag

[looking-for-lost-stars]

Runar prowled around the smaller dragonborn, curiously inspecting Boe. “So, you are dragonborn too?” The larger Dragonborn asked, “A little Brenton like you? Curious. Tell me little dragon, do you have the same drives for power as I do?”  

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Boe shrank under the large man's inspection. They managed to not let the whimper they felt forming escape though. And there are curiosity could not outweigh the fear they felt just at this moment. They shook their head, "N-n-not really? I-I-I don't th-th-think so."

#//ic #//boe #runar #dissatisfieddov #answer tag

[ave-dominus-nostramos]

You disgust me man from the stars, you and your kin have no right to this world, that is mine!

(@dissatisfieddov )

"And what claim have you staken on this world, witch? All you have done is prey upon lesser beasts as a feral canid would. Like an ambull whelp mewling for its mother's attention. What enlightenment have you brought them? What law? I see nothing but a xenos infested hovel. A world wallowing in its own ignorance. One that shall be brought under the Emperor's golden boot like all others before it."

Curze laughs and slowly, indulgently, pops an eyeball in his mouth. He flexes his gauntlet, casually snapping his Bosmer victim's neck before tossing it at Runar like a bored feline.

#ic #dissatisfieddov

[divinacaptivus]

"Tell me about your sons guest from the beyond the stars!"

@dissatisfieddov

"You wish to know of my offspring, Runar, of the sad tale of the downfall of Man. Listen, my host, and listen well, for it is a long and tragic tale whose consequences still linger throughout the stars." And so the man once called Emperor began his story. He naturally started where his children did, with a Faustian deal on a world of ash and bone. He told Runar of Molech, of the bargain he made in order to form his children's souls. He laid his regrets bare, for that bargain would cost him everything. Then he told Runar of the weeks he spent beneath the Palace handcrafting what would have been their homes and finally forming their tiny bodies in his artificial wombs. Then came that day, that awful day, when the Gods exacted their vengeance. Then came they day he lost them. But he never gave up hope, never stopped searching. One by one he reunited with them all. He never got to be the father he wanted to be to them; he never got to raise them or watch them grow. Except for one. His special one, his most treasured son. That son was the pinnacle, his pride made manifest. That son betrayed him. That son carved a bloody path through the stars seeking his father's power. Kusig had no choice.

He did not simply kill him. To kill him would have created a monster beyond imagining within the Realm of Souls. The Emperor destroyed him, burning him from every reality. And now he lived with his failures, with half a family that hated him and another half that died or disappeared. "Is your curiosity satisfied?"

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#asks #answers #dissatisfieddov

[looking-for-lost-stars]

🔐 Runar to Boe

Send me 🔐 for a tip on how to make my muse trust yours

@dissatisfieddov

Food and time.

#//boe #dissatisfieddov #answer tag

[looking-for-lost-stars]

do you survive the narrative?

Farenn:

yes, but you’re not the same.

take it how you want, you were in the belly of the beast and tore your way out. you've been reborn.

Tagged by: stolen

Tagging: @dissatisfieddov @chapter-master-darius @in-flagrantx

#//farenn #//ic #uquiz

[looking-for-lost-stars]

Character Flaws

Boe:

absent-minded | abusive | addict | adrenaline junkie | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly loyal | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | cheater | clingy | clumsy | cocky | codependent | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | fixated | flaky | frail | fraudulent | foul mouthed | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | grudgeholding | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive  | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | possessive | pushover | reckless | reclusive | rermorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-destructive | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | suspicious | tactless | temperamental | timid | thief | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

Tagged by: stolen from @leondxs

Tagging: @dissatisfieddov

#//boe