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Our mother is unknown grave

Our father is the Lord of Crows

We are Shadows, who cast no shadow...

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Sacrifice

" The device whirred and bored through skin, raising a rasp of pain. Meros flexed the digital controls and, with wet pops of spilled blood, he removed his own progenoid glands. The device sucked the nodules of gene-rich tissue into a reservoir pod, sealing them inside for preservation. Meros' bequest to his Legion now lay secured.

Crimson sporting his lips, the Apothecary twisted the medicae module and detached from his armour.

'My Lord, if you will?' Reeling from the shock, Meros tossed it towards the Angel, who snatched it out of the air with a flash of gold. 'Take this... and let something of me live on'

Then he turned his back on his master and threw himself into the churning heart of the ragefire."

James Swallow "Fear to tread"

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brother-sergeant Arkadius Kir from Onyx Patrol Fortress

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Portrait of a Great Angel (study from Antinoy) 🙃

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Zeph and Kalaid Stygos from Shadow Wings

Shadow Wings

A renegade Chapter of unknown origin. For a long time, the Shadow Wings were believed to be descendants of the Night Lords who broke away during the Heresy. This was indicated by the recruitment practices, which primarily involved juvenile offenders and troubled teenagers.

However, more recent studies have revealed genetic markers that are characteristic of the Raven Guard. These include the manifestation of Ashblindness, which is completely absent in the Night Lords. According to rumors, in some cases, there are strange mutations in the form of black scales on the skin, claws, and very rarely, feathers. The main difference from the rest of Corax's descendants is their bright blue irises and pupils, which apparently allow them to see better in the dark without the need for an oculob. The origin of this strange mutation is still unknown.

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Characters from my own nowel "Star of the Night"

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" After a long silence, he spoke again. ' I must ask, Sachiel. Rumors have spread throughout the Chapter. There is the talk of deaths among the brethren sent to recover the Spear. ' He paused, the next words heavy and sharp in his chest like rough-hewn lumps of lead. 'What became of my brother? Does he still alive?

Sachiel cocked his head. ' Your brother? But we're not all brothers under the wings of Sanguinius, Rafen? '

The Apothecary gestured to one of his guards, and the Space Marine holstered his weapon, reaching up to remove his combat helmet. ' The bonds of the blood transcend all others', Sachiel said, 'but no blood runs stronger than that of Sanguinius.'

At the moment the Space Marine guard at Sachiel's side revealed his face.

His younger brother youthful and yet serious countenance started back at him, and Rafen broke into a broad grin. 'Arkio! By the Throne, you're alive! I had feared the worst.'

Arkio gave a rueful smile. 'Well met, my brother. I... '

Rafen didn't let his sibling get any further, crushing him into a bear hug with a bark of a laughter. Their armour clanked together, and for the first time, since he set foot on Cybele, Rafen's black mood was forgotten. "

James Swallow 'DEUS ENCARMINE'

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Another pack of sketches and coloring process

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Art studies

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A question of Faith

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Mephiston Lord of Death (non-primaris version)

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Blood Angels WIP

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Another space marine sketch. Not sure which Chapter came from

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Blood Debt final and sketch. Ave me, I did!

" Spirals of colour lit behind Ramius' eyes. He was dimly aware of something else entering the cramped chamber, something larger and deadly...

Atop the tower of armour was a face that was half pale flesh, half gold mirror. A sneer coiled on the lips of the lofty figure. "Bring him", it rumbled."

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Mersang. You been waiting for this, I know 😜

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" Rafen did his best to keep to the edges of the highway, head bowed and hood up; but there was little he could do to avoid towering over the civilians, the tallest of whom could barely reach the Space Marine's shoulder. With awed whispers they parted in front of him like water flowing around a rock. Some of them, the more daring, would reach out and run a finger over the hem of his garment. He considered giving them a flash of his teeth and a snarl to keep them at bay; but what good would it do to instil an even greater fear of his kind in these people..."

James Swallow "Deus Sanguinius"