"Indeed, suffice to say he deserved it. Bloody Scion of Erebus..." He turned his head and spat at the mention of the traitor's name.

"You haven't seen me fight Renegades and Traitor Astartes, Beloved." He scratched his beard a moment. "I think I employed a tactic you used on a Cultist during the last raid you were with me on."

"But what he doesn't know is...I fight dirtier." Areus actually gave a smirk, almost hidden in the shadow of his hood.

"Tychaeus like Novar is an old Warrior, he expects me to expect anything dirty."

"Just as the enemy would." He leaned into the bead scratching a little bit. "And how goes your training with Novar?"

The Astartes Hoplite smiles a little. "Hello beloved."

And he does. "Yes?"

"Good." Areus kneels down and gives his wife a peck on the cheek.

Areus is just glaring. "Swear and I will remove the sash on your arm."

They may not hold the name Lykonian But these Hounds are still devils.

He gave a simple nod. Areus was a quiet one even in happy moments but there was no denying his joy with Akemi.

Not for Ultramar But For Aquilonia.

Areus is picking his tiny wife up and just sitting her on his shoulder. "I am not leaving your side again."

"I will have to hold back my natural stride." He said quite bluntly as he stood up.

"And you did, I think Novar was pushing your limit too even"

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.

⚔️EXPLAIN WHY YOU LIKE

⚔️WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE THIS DUMBASS HOMEBREW 🤣

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.

⚔️Writers blockage is a P A I N

"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."