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Project Thousand Sons: Orisis~ by Saekhor Project Thousand Sons: Orisis~ :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 1 0 Project Thousand Sons: Progidal Sons by Saekhor Project Thousand Sons: Progidal Sons :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 1 0 Project Thousand Sons: Rubricae by Saekhor Project Thousand Sons: Rubricae :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 4 3 Project Thousand Sons: Sokep~ by Saekhor Project Thousand Sons: Sokep~ :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 2 2 Project Thousand Sons: Heldrake by Saekhor Project Thousand Sons: Heldrake :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 5 4 Project Thousand Sons: Scarab Occult Terminators by Saekhor Project Thousand Sons: Scarab Occult Terminators :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 7 0 Project Thousand Sons: Ahriman~ by Saekhor Project Thousand Sons: Ahriman~ :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 6 0 New Project: Thousand Sons by Saekhor New Project: Thousand Sons :iconsaekhor:Saekhor 4 0
Literature
Return to Sortiarius
Sortiarius.
Ahriman hated it here. Every single step through the blasted, never-changing planet spiked self-worry and doubt within his soul. Every now and again, he'd turn his head to check behind him, reassured by the fact that the Progidal Sons marched in perfect silence behind him. The two head Aspiring Sorcerers, Ikep and Torian, mentally saluted and acknowledged the Arch-Sorcerer as they continued to advance. With a steady inhale, Ahriman willed his way into the Main City.
The first plaza was filled with them. Absolutely filled with them. The horned helmet of the Exile tilted from side-to-side as he took in auras as well as visible details of each and everyone of those present. Thousand Son Sorcerers who bore the colours of Magnus' Elite moved around the edge of his vision, carrying scrolls and grimoires between building and portal. Tzaangors preached in their gangs, their leaders sqwarking in some form of dialect to the sky to which was only echoed by their kin. Rubricae stood in
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Literature
Soulforge
It starts at childhood;
Every thought, every trance,
Every imaginary character that you make up
Can stick to you and eternally dance.
All you have to do is take their hand
And squeeze it tight,
Because sometimes nobody else will
As you sleep at night.
The imagination is a powerful thing;
With thoughts so wide and long
It simply becomes a reality.
Fortunately, if you forget the song
The other side will not,
And will hum and laugh and smile;
Taking your hands and spinning quick,
Forcing you out of your self imposed exile.
Age forces change;
As maturity catches up, many lose grip,
And feel lost in the world as it goes dim
As imagination and reality just trip,
And break.
Imagination is something that should stick
But you get forced to "grow up"
Which will do nothing but make you sick.
People will force you to change;
To become something new
And away from the old,
Though while all you did was grew
With those same friends as you had before.
They grew with you and they smile,
Taking your hand
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Literature
Evaluate
You're made out of stuff
And you're made out of things
You're made out of hopes
And primarily dreams
Dreams appear when we sleep
And carve up our reality
The sky turns black, the stars go out
And we can do nothing but evaluate
Numbers become words and hiss at air
Flesh becomes water and then becomes skin
Eyes blink out fire before disintegrating to sand
While nails sharpen and crack into glass
There are always those who are willing to help you
Always there, regardless of distance, time or space
Constant little voices in the back of your head
Who don't actually want you dead
Numbers become words and hiss at air
Flesh becomes water and then becomes skin
Accept the fact that your tongue will harden and crack
Believe in yourself while screaming for help
Remember the keys for those locked doors
Turn the keys and hold on tight
For whatever is behind the door is in for a fright
Of what is left of all of your might
Numbers become words and hiss at air
Flesh becomes water and then becomes skin
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Literature
This Side Of My Skin
On the outside
Of my skin
Is unmarked flesh
Smooth skin and
Clean hair
With open eyes
And constant smiles
Who would ever know
What happens at night
When the head hits the pillow
And the lights go out
Candles relight
And doors unlock
Windows shatter
Bricks reform
And the sound of furniture
Screams across broken floors
Such a life
Morning hits
And all is well
Awakening from it
Is the best thing
And when the light
Of the day hits home
Gotta remember
Smile for them all
Just gotta smile for them all
Open all the doors
Once more and again
Give me the memories
That I had to lock to forget
Give me the pressure
And the stress
And the reliability
And relief
That waking up can never give
People think
That unmarked skin
Heralds normality
Instead
All it does is defend
The insanity
The soul inside that erodes
Singes and burns
Is truly cracked now
But all is not lost
Nothing is bad or sad
For we are all different
And insane
No-one is normal
No-one is sane
Everyone has their little conditions
One day
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Literature
Turning Keys
Each step leads anew,
With less true meanings than can be true
And with each stab into the wilderness we go
We will never connect, we will never show.
Each door has a key,
Dangling from the chain that hangs free
While each step we both take
Now aims to be opening more doors which are fake.
Each laugh has screams,
Echoing throughout through doors it seems;
Though we cannot make sure anymore
It seems to be echoing more and more from that door.
Each blink has a tear,
Each of our eyes unable to see fear.
As if our mind was already under constant regret
While all we try to do is shut the doors and forget.
Each heart has a beat,
A constant reminder that we shall accomplish that feat
To force a life into more than just a memory, a thought,
And kindling aspiration to the point of nought.
Each claw has blood,
Pulled from within our very hood
Which covers our head now, only lower jaw show
Shivering, quivering, hiding low.
Each song has an end,
It's music doesn't follow us around the bend.
While
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Literature
Skryre Diplomacy
Bells rung.
The horde of slaves worked all the while, while to some the signal of the bell would entice the change of a shift or the change of the work pattern; no, not for these unfortunate souls who squeaked and toiled in the dark, humid, steam-intoxicating space. Cogs turned in synergy with the sounds of ticking clocks and gas-vials, all the while the owner stared onwards from his vantage point, tail swishing every couple of seconds while he sniffed the air.
The Arch-Warlock was a monster of a creature. It's left arm was completely bare, muscle beneath strewn, pale skin bulged every now and again as tension flooded its system; white, creamy fluid being pumped directly into its body with each rough intake of breath. The rest of the body was completely covered in brass and metal plate, designed to meet the structural approach to any Skaven willing to hold such a armoured exoskeleton.
Sniffing the air, the half-mechanical rat moved on, his head tilting from side to side as he scurried
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Literature
Floodgates
It's been a while
Oh, so very long ago
When the doors were closed completely
And are opened once more
Oh, how they slam open
How the walls beside them crack
And how the geist within screams
And claws, and attacks.
With black eyes now turning red
Three orbs on either side of the head
With horns spurting out in beautiful display
And needle teeth as thin as hay
Oh, how it claws forth and crawls
Like a coming storm with no real motive
Apart from to dream beside us, and breathe
Moving is the scattered insanity made from me.
The corridors alternate and eradicate
Moving too and fro
Opening ceilings as well as doors
And re-knitting the entire flow
Oh, how my head ticks and tocks
To that soul-laced clock
As each memory is laced within itself
And urges itself into insanity filled dock.
While the harbor master screams
And demands obedience
They instead require somewhere to live
And somewhere to stay
With three eyes on either side of the head
And with a beautiful display of horns
They instead curl
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Literature
War Council
The Realmgate stuttered as arcane energies ripped into existence, eldritch storms choked the skies as screams and promises filled the winds of Shyish. The Land of the Dead shifted uneasily as the winds began to pick up their tempo, speeding through skeleton blocked chasms and zombie infested forests. No Messenger or Herald was needed to warn the God of the Dead of this coming.
"The Realmgate links to the Realm of Chaos," confirmed Arkhan, the Right Hand of Nagash, as the skeletal king simply sat. Nagash had expected multiple conflicts with the forces of Chaos since he had freed his people from the Cage of Bones. This was nothing new or surprising.
The Cabal of Kings, Necromancers and Vampires stared across, the gate reaching the right point to allow transporting armies to pass. Yet, Nagash merely sat in his throne, his cheek resting against his palm as the ghost-fires in his eyes flickered. The silence was broken soon enough.
"It is clearly Archaon playing his hand and attempting anoth
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Age changes work, and work changes the age, in ways. The older you get the more mature you become, and the less scared you become when you attempt to write/draw/produce new 'products' to the public.
I've become more mature. I've started poems that actually look and sound like poems, rather than a depressive hurl of demented rants and shouting.
Now... I'm happier about my work, and ever so proud of what I can produce. It's true, y'know. Art without feeling or emotion isn't art at all. I'm still proud to own some of my emotions, despite they may be the only ones I'll ever own for the rest of my life.
Gah! I'm ranting! And smiling while I do so. Just read and find out, kay?

Random Favourites

I don't draw, so I bless those who can with favourites and comments. It's how I work.
I love space concept work. Planets, asteriods, suns, nebulas, stars, ect. Anything that's off this world commits a simple admiring presence within me.
Also, other work that I cannot write myself, so happy poetry (for instance) is muchly favoured by myself.
Other than that, anything that catches my eye will suffice.

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Project Thousand Sons: Orisis~
So, just after I paint the Rubricae I went straight ahead after a three day break into painting up this guy. So here is Orisis, my only Exalted Sorcerer that doesn't have the luxury of being on a Disc like Sokep or Ahriman. 

He's known as a hassle in any game I seem to play as he pulls off stunts that even the other two couldn't seem to achieve. Primarily pulling enemy aircraft out of the sky. He's just a badass that one. 

Now onto something different? Maybe a tank? 

Enjoy. 
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Project Thousand Sons: Progidal Sons
So, a little update to prove that I can keep to time-limits (sorta) with a progress pic'. So far I have painted what I have, and still have a few more to go. It's getting there. For the first time in ages, I ain't bored of painting something, 'cause this has pushed me out of the "block" that I've had for ages. That, and I like blue. 

So here it is. Bit better quality and lighting but it meets the purpose. Due to the recent changes of the game (8th Edition Warhammer 40,000) the force will be recieving tweaks and the like to be a working army again. So expect a few newer updates. I'm currently chilling and painting another Sorcerer at the mo', so expect some update in the future. 

Enjoy. 
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Project Thousand Sons: Rubricae
So, maybe a bit longer than a month a unit but real life got in the way. And I can't batch paint. But heyho, all done with the varnish spray over it to solidify it forever. Back onto small congratulations with either a Rhino' for these bad boys or another "bigger" sorcerer. 

Enjoy. 
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Project Thousand Sons: Sokep~
So, after a small break I got the urge to get back into painting and the like. So whacked out this one in about a month or so. 

Sokep (or Toughness 5 as he's nicknamed in my shop) is my Exalted Sorcerer who normally chills and swings about with Ahriman. He's known for being a colossal bullet magnet in games and tends to fly about on his disc with a "nopenopenope" attitude to enemy firepower. Also, my second favourite model in the entirety of the collection. 

Next on the list... Probably a unit. 

Enjoy. 
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Project Thousand Sons: Heldrake
So, after I did the Scarab Terminators I stated that I'd do something with wings. I kept this in secret from a lot of people and am now proud to show it off to the world in all it's burny glory. This is a Heldrake dedicated to my lil' growing project. Also known as Ahriman's Burning Parrot. 

Enjoy. 
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After a somewhat dazed existance into doing other things, I kinda return to the fold. So, first thing is first. 

Safe. 

How you all been? Good? Cool. 

It's been quite a while since my last Journal Entry, as in, well... Almost-two and-a-half years. Life has.. Progressed slightly. I'll describe faintly. 

Got a job in October 2013. It's not the best job but it pays. A few people disagree with the job (some friends I know, and some family) and have stated that it's killing me off emotionally, but I need the money. For those who don't know yet, I tell people to pay their Taxes in the UK. It can escalate, but I've met some good guys in the workforce, and made some new friends. So, life goes on, I suppose. It's been like that for the last couple of years. 

Events happened, and conclusions were met. 

In regards of my stuff, I've started feeling the urge to write up feelings again (and not all "emo" toss) which is a nice and sudden change. I'm also getting compliments for some of my stuff, too, which is a bonus. That stuff should start appearing a little more frequently, but for the moment, it's a come-and-go moment. 

And... That would be everything. Hope you guys are alright, and I hope the last couple of years have been kind to you. 
  • Listening to: Albatross - Exclusive CMX
  • Reading: Nothing.
  • Watching: Nothing.
  • Playing: Mortal Kombat X.
  • Eating: Nothing.
  • Drinking: Water.

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Saekhor
Finch
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United Kingdom
Hey: the name's Steve Finch, and I still currently own the profile that you are watching, reading or simply scanning through. I am a poet, as you may have noticed, and I intend to stay that way. I'll pretty much write about any emotion that I still own, so the poetry may be intensely written.

Currently living in the UK. I'm a vivid Warhammer player, and my music taste is huge. From classical to death metal, so yeah..

Thanks for scanning this part, and enjoy the rest of my work.

Blessings,
Saek.
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Albek42 Featured By Owner 6 days ago   Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav :)
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Saekhor Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You are most welcome. :)
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BunglerCat Featured By Owner Edited Mar 24, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello !
Found you :happybounce: 
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Saekhor Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, you have. :)
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BunglerCat Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
I am a dummy! 
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Gnaughty Featured By Owner May 20, 2015
Loving your work man!
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Saekhor Featured By Owner May 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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hulja Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for fav... ;)
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Saekhor Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
No worries. :)
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psychofoxpickle Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2014  Student Digital Artist
THANKIES FOR THE FAV! HAVE A LLAMA! *throws at u and runs*
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