Necro-Deer
I done went and got an art that I've been wanting to get for a LONG time. Finally saw an artist that I thought could capture the look and feel of a good ol' Necron!
But with a cervine twist!
Obviously, Necrons and everything Warhammer 40K belong to Games Workshop, but these guys were my first army and continue to be my favourite as they've been, pardon the pun, 'fleshed out' over the years.
Go give the artist Saltamor some love!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/saltamor/
https://www.instagram.com/saltamor_art/
https://www.deviantart.com/saltamor
https://www.facebook.com/SaltamorArts/
Hopefully I can provide an enjoyable lil' snippet of the 40K universe to add to this wonderful piece of artwork <3
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It was an ugly sight, what the human had called a 'hive city'.
Squatting in the middle of an ancient seabed, it stood like an offensive idol erected by a barbarian species that worshipped some Emperor on a far-off planet in a system the Phaeron was not aware of.
A harsh rasp emitted from the machine's vocal processors; the closest thing it could manage to a scoff. It stood unmoving as the violent winds of a dust storm whipped about it; a towering construct of elegantly decorated alien material shaped to resemble the skeleton of a cervine, complete with two high crests sprouting from its skull-like head, each emblazoned with stylized antlers. The dirt of the world was not permitted to mar its pristine ornamentation, kept at bay by a gently buzzing dampening field that tuned out the raging storm beyond.
Beneath its brow, two blazing emerald eyes glowed, surveying the land between it and the humans parasites squatting in their city.
The Phaeron couldn't bring himself to consider their defences impressive, or even modest. An arsenal that could level cities and lay waste to tens of thousands seemed more akin to rain hitting his unfeeling metal skin than any real threat. Even with the week he had granted them to prepare, they had barely improved upon anything of note. He had adhered to the ancient codes of his people, even for these mewling primitives, but after seeing what they had done with the time given to them, he couldn't help but think of it as a waste of time.
Serve or die.
That was the simple ultimatum he had offered them.
The many millennia that had passed since he entered stasis hadn't robbed him of the sense of surprise or amusement he felt when the primitive creatures spat on his offer. The Lord he had dispatched to receive their response had been blasted apart by numerous pieces of ordinance and was currently awaiting revivification, and would likely demand to lead the charge to wreak his vengeance.
There would be other battles on this world for him to redeem himself in, though.
Now, as the Phaeron stood on the precipice, the glory of initiating battle was to be his, and his alone.
"Th-they won't surrender..." A human cowered at the feet of the Phaeron, the uniform denoting him as an officer was a ragged ruin thanks to the weeks of forced labour he had endured. "They'll defy you to the last, xenos scum!"
The wretch had been defiant from the moment he had been captured through to his enslavement. Only the ministrations of the Crypteks as they probed his mind for information on this new galaxy they had awoken in seemed to break him in the end; but now, within sight of the mighty fortress of his home, his spirit seemed to come back. It had been a curious thing to the Phaeron; the first human he had ever encountered that had survived a battle with his forces with his mind still intact, now little more than a curiosity he had brought with him to the front, just to see its reaction.
Such a fighting spirit was a useful thing to note for future dealings with this race.
"Surrender?" The Phaeron chuckled, the emerald glow suffusing his skeletal frame flared as he looked down at the human. "I'm afraid they've lost that chance."
The emaciated being began to weep and wail as the dust storm raging behind them was drowned out by a low hum. He grabbed at his head, tearing out clumps of bloody hair as he desperately sought some way to stop the horrid sound of the Necron war engines from entering his mind.
Giant monoliths of black metal slowly emerged from the dust clouds, hovering several feet above the ground, deathly green energy arcing from their spires and the muzzles of ancient weaponry. Dozens of the great war machines moved, dragging the choking cloud of dust with them as their anti-grav technology kicked up the arid soil below. They advanced as a wall of solid obsidian, seemingly absorbing all light that fell on their slab-sided surfaces while emitting a necrotic glow of their own.
The Phaeron reached down and plucked the wailing human from his knees, easily holding him several feet off the ground by the collar of his tunic. The Necron aimed the human at the hive city, the long metallic muzzle of his helm moving in close to ensure the broken creature heard his words.
"You fought with honour, little human," He said, activating an esoteric piece of technology to suspend the being in the air, freezing him in place with his unblinking eyes locked on the hive city in the distance. "Your reward is to bear witness to our resurgence. The Dynasties will rise once again to claim dominion over our galaxy, and my conquest, starts here."
The Phaeron's segmented metal cloak fluttered in the deafening winds as he marched towards the hive city, disappearing into the cloud before the human. With the source of the dampening field gone, the wind lashed at the frozen human, swallowing his cries like a simple musical note played amidst a raging tempest.
As the human screamed and raged with what little strength remained to him, the dull hum pressing on his mind lessened enough for him to make out a rhythmic thumping that began to rise to challenge the wind itself. To his horror, the choking dust slowly became saturated with a faint green glow as rank upon rank of dark metal skeletons marched in lockstep around him, following their lord to begin the reclamation of their world.
But with a cervine twist!
Obviously, Necrons and everything Warhammer 40K belong to Games Workshop, but these guys were my first army and continue to be my favourite as they've been, pardon the pun, 'fleshed out' over the years.
Go give the artist Saltamor some love!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/saltamor/
https://www.instagram.com/saltamor_art/
https://www.deviantart.com/saltamor
https://www.facebook.com/SaltamorArts/
Hopefully I can provide an enjoyable lil' snippet of the 40K universe to add to this wonderful piece of artwork <3
****
It was an ugly sight, what the human had called a 'hive city'.
Squatting in the middle of an ancient seabed, it stood like an offensive idol erected by a barbarian species that worshipped some Emperor on a far-off planet in a system the Phaeron was not aware of.
A harsh rasp emitted from the machine's vocal processors; the closest thing it could manage to a scoff. It stood unmoving as the violent winds of a dust storm whipped about it; a towering construct of elegantly decorated alien material shaped to resemble the skeleton of a cervine, complete with two high crests sprouting from its skull-like head, each emblazoned with stylized antlers. The dirt of the world was not permitted to mar its pristine ornamentation, kept at bay by a gently buzzing dampening field that tuned out the raging storm beyond.
Beneath its brow, two blazing emerald eyes glowed, surveying the land between it and the humans parasites squatting in their city.
The Phaeron couldn't bring himself to consider their defences impressive, or even modest. An arsenal that could level cities and lay waste to tens of thousands seemed more akin to rain hitting his unfeeling metal skin than any real threat. Even with the week he had granted them to prepare, they had barely improved upon anything of note. He had adhered to the ancient codes of his people, even for these mewling primitives, but after seeing what they had done with the time given to them, he couldn't help but think of it as a waste of time.
Serve or die.
That was the simple ultimatum he had offered them.
The many millennia that had passed since he entered stasis hadn't robbed him of the sense of surprise or amusement he felt when the primitive creatures spat on his offer. The Lord he had dispatched to receive their response had been blasted apart by numerous pieces of ordinance and was currently awaiting revivification, and would likely demand to lead the charge to wreak his vengeance.
There would be other battles on this world for him to redeem himself in, though.
Now, as the Phaeron stood on the precipice, the glory of initiating battle was to be his, and his alone.
"Th-they won't surrender..." A human cowered at the feet of the Phaeron, the uniform denoting him as an officer was a ragged ruin thanks to the weeks of forced labour he had endured. "They'll defy you to the last, xenos scum!"
The wretch had been defiant from the moment he had been captured through to his enslavement. Only the ministrations of the Crypteks as they probed his mind for information on this new galaxy they had awoken in seemed to break him in the end; but now, within sight of the mighty fortress of his home, his spirit seemed to come back. It had been a curious thing to the Phaeron; the first human he had ever encountered that had survived a battle with his forces with his mind still intact, now little more than a curiosity he had brought with him to the front, just to see its reaction.
Such a fighting spirit was a useful thing to note for future dealings with this race.
"Surrender?" The Phaeron chuckled, the emerald glow suffusing his skeletal frame flared as he looked down at the human. "I'm afraid they've lost that chance."
The emaciated being began to weep and wail as the dust storm raging behind them was drowned out by a low hum. He grabbed at his head, tearing out clumps of bloody hair as he desperately sought some way to stop the horrid sound of the Necron war engines from entering his mind.
Giant monoliths of black metal slowly emerged from the dust clouds, hovering several feet above the ground, deathly green energy arcing from their spires and the muzzles of ancient weaponry. Dozens of the great war machines moved, dragging the choking cloud of dust with them as their anti-grav technology kicked up the arid soil below. They advanced as a wall of solid obsidian, seemingly absorbing all light that fell on their slab-sided surfaces while emitting a necrotic glow of their own.
The Phaeron reached down and plucked the wailing human from his knees, easily holding him several feet off the ground by the collar of his tunic. The Necron aimed the human at the hive city, the long metallic muzzle of his helm moving in close to ensure the broken creature heard his words.
"You fought with honour, little human," He said, activating an esoteric piece of technology to suspend the being in the air, freezing him in place with his unblinking eyes locked on the hive city in the distance. "Your reward is to bear witness to our resurgence. The Dynasties will rise once again to claim dominion over our galaxy, and my conquest, starts here."
The Phaeron's segmented metal cloak fluttered in the deafening winds as he marched towards the hive city, disappearing into the cloud before the human. With the source of the dampening field gone, the wind lashed at the frozen human, swallowing his cries like a simple musical note played amidst a raging tempest.
As the human screamed and raged with what little strength remained to him, the dull hum pressing on his mind lessened enough for him to make out a rhythmic thumping that began to rise to challenge the wind itself. To his horror, the choking dust slowly became saturated with a faint green glow as rank upon rank of dark metal skeletons marched in lockstep around him, following their lord to begin the reclamation of their world.
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