Animus Dominus - Imperial Warhound Titan

To quote the almighty and trice blessed servant of the Omnissah, Dan Abnett,

Gristle-faced and lipless, the regiments of the dead howl out their awful calumny as your footfall passes. Dun smoke fills the massive cavity of space. Oh machine! Oh divine engine! Furnace hot the welter of your combustion, buckling the rancid air of heaven's arch and fusing the mould of the ground to glass. The princeps in his amniosis, drinking liquid data, broken by the beautiful agony of being so mighty, feels the burden of your great walk as surely as if he had carved the mausoleum plaques of your every last victim alone, by hand, until finger bones peep through eroded flesh. Oh metal god! The union is fierce, like a maelstrom in black water, like a seething cauldron on a fire in which you boil and cook together, no start of one, no end of another, but both admixed, like an alloy. To be clutched by god! To feel the incendiary hunger ring in your marrow! Oh lucky man!

Due to three months of compulsory semi-unpaid leave (thanks a bunch global financial crisis!), I had quite a lot of time on my hands. Luckily I had a Warhound Titan sitting in a box for just such an occasion. Apologist provided motivation and an ample number of his mechadendrites during the assembly process (although in retrospect, I'm not sure it was necessary to bless each component three times before gluing). The desire to get it ready for the latest Tempus Fugitives weekend to aid my PCRC breathen in their noble quest to obtain a reasonable win ratio, also gave me the oomphf needed to get the job done. Special thanks also have to go to Binky of Warseer, who provided the inspiration for the colour scheme and gave me vital pointers on which paints to use. The chequer pattern was used in order to help tie the Titan in with Apologist's Adeptus Mechanicus force.