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"Mastoor!"
 
"What now?"
 
"Whee think whee ahre pregnant."
 
"No shit? Any idea who's the father?" Dranon grinned
 
"Hyuu ahre!"
 
In 10,000 years of Dranon's life, this was, by far, longest moment ever.
 
----
 
After 48 hours and some major blood loss, Cultist had given birth to a girl. She had her mother's eyes and her
father's stern face.
 
"Whee have birthed her for Kayoss! Waht should whee name her..?"
 
"Don't bother with it" Dranon interrupted.
 
----
 
The doorbell rang. Sister Varity opened the door, and what did she find on the doorsteps?
A baby girl with giggling alone in the night and smelling faintly of bacon. Sister Varity sighed; another orphan for the Schola Progenium. She scooped up the baby in her arms, and together they disappeared inside.
 
"Maybe it would be best not to ask where you came from," Varity mumbled.
 
-GOOD ENDING-
 
===See Also===
{{ListDranonsDelight}}
 
[[Category:Chaos]]  [[Category:Stories]]  [[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]

Latest revision as of 22:15, 20 June 2023

The following article is a /tg/ related story or fanfic. Should you continue, expect to find tl;dr and an occasional amount of awesome.

"Mastoor!"

"What now?"

"Whee think whee ahre pregnant."

"No shit? Any idea who's the father?" Dranon grinned

"Hyuu ahre!"

In 10,000 years of Dranon's life, this was, by far, longest moment ever.


After 48 hours and some major blood loss, Cultist had given birth to a girl. She had her mother's eyes and her father's stern face.

"Whee have birthed her for Kayoss! Waht should whee name her..?"

"Don't bother with it" Dranon interrupted.


The doorbell rang. Sister Varity opened the door, and what did she find on the doorsteps? A baby girl with giggling alone in the night and smelling faintly of bacon. Sister Varity sighed; another orphan for the Schola Progenium. She scooped up the baby in her arms, and together they disappeared inside.

"Maybe it would be best not to ask where you came from," Varity mumbled.

-GOOD ENDING-

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