The Salamanders cannot stand the thought of their Primarch missing anymore of Pyres life and strive to get him back.
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The figure that emerged was extremely thin and frail. Despite that, they were larger and taller than any astartes. The chaptermaster and forgefather moved forward to help the emaciated man emerge from the engine of woes.
Tears streamed down Tu'Shan's face.
"Welcome back, my Primarch."
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The apothecaries helped situate their Primarch in his bedroom. Attaching wires and tubes. They administered steroids, supplements, and were getting a feeding tube ready.
He'Stan held a frail arm as he sat near the large bed. Their Primarch spoke weakly.
"I am so proud," he rasped. "You found them all and the last few in such a short time period. Such noble sons I have."
"Thank you, Father," Ajax beamed.
The Primarch inquired, "Where is the Eternal Flame? Did you see the instructions to keep it over a heat source?"
He'Stan and Ajax looked at each other.
Ajax answered, "There were no such instruction, my Primarch."
Vulkan froze, and a look of horror spread across his face, "Where is it?"
Tu'Shan immediately jumped in, "Little Pyre is happy and healthy. He is in his nursery."
The primarch gasped and tried forcing himself to sit up, "Bring him here. Please, I wish to see him."
Tu'Shan made haste to the nursery. Practically running.
A serf had just exited the room and nodded to Tu'Shan.
"He has been fed and burped," she informed him. "He has just been laid down for a nap."
"Is he still awake?" Tu'Shan inquired.
"Not even fallen asleep yet," she said.
"Good."
The serf dared to ask, "My Lord is he -"
"He is fine," Tu'Shan assured her. "All is well today, and many happy days shall follow."
She smiled gratefully at him.
Tu'Shan entered the room. Pyre was in his crib. He had a foot pulled up to his face and was gnawing on it. He made cooing noises.
Tu'Shan gently stepped forward then said cheerfully, "What are you doing??"
"Uuuwaaaaaaahh!!!" Pyre exclaimed as he let go of his foot and began kicking and squirming with excitement.
The chaptermaster leaned over the railing, and a wide smile appeared on Pyre's face.
"Why, hello!" He said to the babe. "Well, aren't you happy! Did you enjoy your bottle? Are you so excited to see me?"
Pyre babbled up at him, unable to contain his joy and unsure of how to handle it.
The Salamander reached down and lifted the babe into his hold.
"I know you love your sleep, but it is time for you to meet someone very important," he grinned.
Pyre attacked his cheek with his mouth, gumming at it.
Tu'Shan laughed and grabbed a scale hide blanket to keep the infant warm.
Pyre cooed as Tu'Shan hurried out with him, taking in the passing surroundings with light red eyes.
Serfs and astartes alike lit up upon seeing him carrying the babe. Even more so when they realized where he was headed.
He slowed down just outside the bedroom chambers and peered in.
Their father was in a sitting up position, leaned back against pillows.
Pyre made a sound, and Vulkan lit up, reaching out to the babe.
Tu'Shan came to the side of the bed and gently laid Pyre in the outstretched arms. He was a bit worried about how weak their primarch was.
Pyre stopped babbling as he realized the arms he was in were different. Larger than others of the legion yet very thin.
He looked up at Vulkan, taking in his thin face.
Vulkan smiled and spoke in a soft and loving voice, "Hello, there, my little dragon. It is good to see you."
Pyre's eyes widened upon hearing the voice.
"Do you remember me?" Vulkan asked gently. "It was near ten milennia ago that I placed you in there for safe keeping. Over ten milennium that I forged you. I don't look the same. Do you recognize me?"
Pyre let out happy babbles as he began wriggling with glee, trying to move his arms up towards his father.
Vulkan chuckled as tears began to flow down his cheeks, "So you do remember."
He pressed a kiss to Pyre's cheeks. Pyre responded with gumming his father and sucking at his cheek.
Vulkan laughed and pulled Pyre up to his shoulder.
"I was told you just ate," he said. "Are you still hungry?"
The babe just began gnawing and drooling on his father's shoulder. The primarch pressed a kiss to Pyre.
"All my sons," the primarch sighed. "All together."
He closed his eyes and relaxed. Pyre's own breathing grew rhythmic, in his father's arms. The apothecaries gently moved them to be lying down. Tu'Shan set a few to stand guard. The light was turned out, and they left their primarch and little Pyre to rest.
I recently painted Vulkan He'Stan just because like - well, the Salamanders and I simply can' help but wonder, what this world could be, if we all held each other with a bit more empathy.
Anyways, Vulkan He'Stan is painted.
Do I think he looks good? Yes. I like the fire effect in some places :3
Did I have fun? No.
Will I ever paint a resin miniature again? I pray to God that I will not. No one deserves that suffering.
The past 2-3 months i've been working on a large project. My first Loyalist space marine army. The astartes in question: The salamanders. this army in particular, Lead by Forge father Vulkan He'stan.
