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This is my first attempt at a 40k fluff... ever. So please don't be too harsh, I know that its not entirely correct, but I am going to work on it! =]

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A harsh wind crept against the side of his pale, ashen face with sentiment that felt oddly calming in the present circumstances. It had been days since he had last seen another living soul, and before that he had only came into contact with the filth that had captured him from his own home a month ago today. His situation didn't feel right, and even though he knew it futile, he constantly cursed into the empty darkness that had settled around his now fragile body. To be taken prisoner, and neglected in such a way as he had been, was not only a great dishonour amongst his people as it was well practiced that one should commit suicide during capture, but it was also highly embarrassing and degrading. No food was provided to him, no light shone into his cage that hung precariously from a surface he could barely see, and as the hours passed by the more weakened his body became. His glorious white robes of his kin had been stripped from his flesh and cast into fire; his captors shrieking about xenos filth, and his many trophies had been taken away and destroyed by the humans that had placed in a cage like a filthy animal.

And Galianthias, Archon from Commaragh, wasn't best pleased.

A slow grumble of obscene language in his native tongue escaped his lips as an eerie scratching noise of his long nails scrapping against the iron floor of his prison echoed through the blackness. Then, silence met his ears again, and he came to rest against the bars with a slow yet pained sigh that formed white, funnelled fog that lingered from his lips. His black hair was matted by dirt and sweat, but it still managed to swim around his shoulders which framed a series of runes and symbols across his upper arms and back. Each one had been tirelessly etched into his skin with a blade, a long time tradition amongst his kabal.

Most of the scars looked similar, some identical but a few spanned most of his skin and engulfed him in places. They catalogued a story of his existence so far, the bloodshed, the women raped, the men cast into pain and anguish and the worlds destroyed by his people. Yet, the largest one told a complete story of how he came to be so honoured amongst the Dark Eldar people, its surface littered with Eldar symbols that had been defaced heavily, leaving gruesome gaping hole in his skin. Over the symbols lay an elaborate pattern, one that formed a picture of a male screaming in agony, blood dripping from his already mangled corpse...

"Xenos scum..."

A voice, it was femine yet harsh and brutal at the same time, but Galianthias made no attempt to look up. His eyes stayed glued on his scars, his fingers dancing over them, his skin tingling from the sensation, a sick smirk lurking on his face as he recalled long gone memories. The smell of blood, the sound of pain... oh how glorious such things were! Oh what he would give to relive them...!

"How dare you ignore the Canoness?"

Another female voice boomed through the darkness around him, making him lightly chuckle before he brought his purple eyes up and finally locked eyes with the ones who had him. Humans were always repulsive, so her chubby face and pimpled skin didn't surprise him, she was as ugly as the slaves that scrubbed his floors back home.

"My apologies."

Galianthias muttered, his voice nothing more than a coarse waspish sound as he moved slowly to face the two Battle Sisters peering at him. The sudden urge to launch him at them and try to rip their tiny eyes from their heads was overwhelming, but he fought it back regardless. It was a pointless act, and no good had come from it before, only a cry of anger and several more days of solitude.

"Filthy Xenos."

The canoness muttered beneath her breath before she simply turned around and vanished into the darkness, the sound of heavy boot echoing until she grew too far for him to hear her departure. The other human had followed, and so once again he was alone, but just as he went to sit back his eyes caught glimpse of something and he turned his head to see the large barrel of a bolt gun take aim through the bars...




To be continued.