Areus is sitting and watching. "I told you not to drink so much tea."

"Thank you Lykos." He said as he continued to finish up the first part of the meal, enjoying every bite of it.

"I would like more, since this bowl alone won't satisfy my hunger." It was a rather small bowl, damned Astartes biology made his metabolisim larger.

To other Astartes, he was sleeping in. It was essentially lunch time for his type of warrior. "It smells delicious, and looks interesting." He took the spoon and filled it with what he could before taking a bite, savoring each flavor his enhanced senses could pick out. "Interesting.."

The smell alone awoke him, rising from his bed he turned to look towards the bowl. "What is this, Lykos?" He took the bowl and gave a greatful nod.

Good little reminder that no matter the colors or the name Those of Lykonian stock are always Dripped out.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸. 🖤;🔁 #HaloRP| #MVRP| #ᴍʏᴛʜ

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He is...so confused.

Oh by the by, here's Areus out of armor anyway have a nice day.

Novar is currently sitting on a hill overlooking the city of Aurec, taking in the cool wind and the warm sunlit day. He appreciates that his home had barely changed in the millennia he was gone.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑴𝑷𝑯 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝑫𝑰𝑬!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐑𝐏 ⠀

=[Archival Footage of the Wayward son of Xiphos]=

⚔️I may or may not accept part of the blame for reviving the 40k Community along with @legioxxi.bsky.social Mun.

"The Lion wishes for my council? Oh I'd love to hear the reason for this. Very well. I shall accept his request, lead the way."

The Primarch opened his eyes, turning to face the Astartes. His scarred eyebrow was raised at the one who greeted him. "Dark Angel?"

The Primarch Xiphos has been spending time in the fields surrounding Aurec, letting the breeze blow through his hair and past his face. He has 10,000 Years of this to catch up on.

The Lykonians are back for now, a good portion of the legion is on standby while the other majority is off in the Galaxy doing their craft.

With them it'd probably reach someone in that time. The backlog is terrible.

One of the Captains of the Eleventh Legion once encountered a regiment of Guardsmen who had requested ammunition and...fuel for their tanks. Finally they had received it after two hundred years.

You're not wrong. The Administratum does not help one bit in that regard.

Novar's just looking down at her confused. "Did you walk in on Lochias and Areus while they were sparring again?"

Novar's a very tired old man. Mentally atleast.. Memories of Horus' Rebellion popped up again and he's not been okay.

⚔️Oh 40k muse where are you. Guardsman? Well shite.

🗡This is gonna be her by the end.

🗡This will be quite the endevor.

"-And they were room-mates." Said a random Lykonian walking by.

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"Three, or at the Dropsite Massacre? I was on Istvaan V when the Long War begun." Novar couldn't smile when he thought of that day, only looking the opening to his parapet that overlooked Aurec. "..It is good to know that we now have more on our side then on the traitors."

"It is a moniker that no one dares to take on...and...if I remember correctly, that armor was of the twenty-first Legio...Seems the lost and exiled are all returning aren't they." Novar stood from his finely crafted black wood chair, and gave a customary bow that he remembered the 21st doing.

Novar looked up from his parchment, a tired look in his eyes, not from fatigue...but from the sheer boredom of it all. It was then that The Phoenix was revealed to be Alexandros Novar, presumed dead over just at ten thousand years ago. "I am Lord Commander Novar, yes."

The Afrokema commander would lead Shiro towards the mountain in the center of the city of Aurec, the citizens stepping aside for the King's Guard and the strangers. After some time they would reach the top of the mountain, and then the doors to the fortress monastery, and finally >

"Understandable, I would take that he doesn't want you to become buried in your training mindset." He turned his head some, watching a bird land near them and his mood changed ever so slightly. "Hm..and with the Raven comes the shadow from under its red wings." He said, reciting an old mantra.

If Shiro cared to search any feeling that was in the back of his mind, he'd start to feel like he was being watched from the shadows, this was helped by the screech of one of Aquilonia's Red Winged Ravens flying above. "...We will take you to the Phoenix." The Honor Guard said, starting to walk.

"I do not mind, Lykos." He shifted himself to the side to make just a little more room for the smaller Spartan. "Have you not been training with Lord Commander Novar?"

A squad of Lykonian Afrokema awaited the formation, shield and spear in hand and Xiphos-Pattern power swords at their belts. The commander of the squad stepped forward, not wielding a shield but just a power-spear and a sword. "Identify yourself, and your intention."

"Quiet, I have mainly been meditating and avoiding Lochias' antics. He has been rowdy with some of the aspirants today." Again he did notice, and he raised his eyebrow ever so slightly.

Just an in-unison "Beautiful."

Pulling the hood over his helmet back, he'd remove his helm so that he could look at Akemi unobstructed by his Auspex lenses. "Have you had a good day, Lykos?" He was...somewhat suspicious, but that was his Astartes training kicking in.

. ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵗʰ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃʸ ˢⁱᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ. ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵗʰ ᵃˢ ᶠᵒᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉⁿᵈ. 1st Captain Shiro Fel Crimson Lotus Champion and Diplomat Daimyo of the 21st

Areus has been lightly startled. "Yes, Akemi?"

She rang?

Yes yes he is.

Lochias is currently hiding his face while Areus is giving a small thumbs up.

Lochias is screeching Areus is nodding approvingly.

Well it helps that his opponants were lacking in skill.

Areus soon after.