#nkari

[slaanxsh]

[slaanxsh]

N'kari, as seen in the Warhammer Art Book (2025); this small doodle wasn't present in the Fantasy specific book.

[wyn0rrific]

that stupid ass post i made awhile back + rando vitus doodle

[wyn0rrific]

this stupid image except its 40k vitus with fulgs and nkari

[skxrbrand]

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌."

Skarbrand's entire being seemed to vibrate before the power of his father's voice, the older entity encased in black-and-brass armor, looking down on him with cool disappointment. It was waning though, into the hot anger for which Khorne was known and the Reaper felt his hairs prickle in fear.

He didn't know what he was doing here. He didn't recall walking, as even he wasn't so brazen as to stride into the brass citadel and face Khorne again...yet here he was. He tried to speak, but found he could not. Something, perhaps the simple sheer terror of being in Kharneth's presence and the sole focus of his attention, had stolen his voice. Khorne curled a lip and spoke once more.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘. 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐄."

He couldn't move. Khorne hefted End of All Things off of his shoulder and he could not move. The shadow of the obscenely large sword fell over him, blotting out the bloody sun of the Skull Realm, and he could not move. The Blood God brought it down, the ensorcelled edge screaming through the air, cutting unreality itself apart to get to him and he could. Not. Move---

---

The Reaper jolted up with a sound between a roar and a yelp. The bloodied fur-hide cover fell off of him as he did, the daemon breathing hard. He looked around: darkness. Darkness, quickly fading into the familiar blackened shapes of his chamber and it's contents. He looked down at himself: uninjured. Slick with blood-sweat, heart throbbing almost painfully in terror, nostrils flaring in preparation to flee from a threat that didn't seem to be present, but whole.

The Reaper blinked. It wasn't until the thundering in his ears had quieted did he realize, with no small amount of embarrassment, that it had been a nightmare. A cruel trick, his own anxieties made manifest in dreams by an unwell and fractured mind.

He glanced over, unsurprised to find the purple form of the Keeper of Secrets who insisted on sharing his bed occupying the space next to him. Whatever ordeal the Reaper had gone through hadn't disturbed N'kari at all, the other daemon sleeping peacefully-- and snoring. Skarbrand sagged with relief. Being witnessed in such a state would compounded the irritation he'd felt with himself, but he had been spared that embarrassment at least.

With some reluctance, the Reaper eased himself back into the fine beast-furs serving the two Greater Daemons as a bed. He glared at N'kari's back, then ever so slightly writhed his way close to the other daemon, fitting himself against the Tempter's larger form. Breathing the Keeper in, Skarbrand felt the edge of his ire taken off immediately and a pleasurable drowsy haze cloud the edges of his vision. He inhaled and then exhaled deeply with a rumble, allowing his eyes to close again.

Hopefully this time, his father would not plague his dreams...

[nobunsonpesach]

A commission of the softest snek demon! For @littlemissalagaddalover 💖💖💖

N’Kari! Sweet purple bun of joy! You may rub his belly for good luck >:3c

And a bonus sketch of the snek Primarch and his snek sweetheart sharing a moment :>

[skxrbrand]

Listening to N'kari yap about various things you give less than a toss about is a small price to pay for an expertly braided beard.

Doodle of Skarb and @alphabitchnkari. What is N'kari talking about? The world may never know......

[skxrbrand]

I need you guys to realize just how fucking BIG this fucking crab is

not a wip, just a fun lil doodle