ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶜᵘˡᵗ

. ᵀʰᵉ ᴹᵒʳᵗⁱˢ ᴱᵐⁱˢˢᵃʳⁱᵉˢ ᴸᵒʸᵃˡⁱˢᵗ ᵂᴱ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᵂᵒʳˢʰⁱᵖᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ " 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚜. 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚜 "

" I would assume so. Seeing as it was your people that made the codex nessisary in the first place. "

" Chapter. " He corrected. " The Codex Astartes did away with Legions, remember. "

" Hmph. Ironic. The hound calling someone a mutt. " He span the knife in his hand before tucking it into a sheath on his thigh. " Save your threats for someone who cares War Hound. Do not waste my time with your whining. "

" Of course I am. " He said with a snarl, snapping his head over to glare at the World Eater. He then jabbed his knife in direction of a wailing mortal. " I am overseeing their penance. They have a while to go yet. "

The Reiver is knelt inside of a half demolished hut on the outskirts of a Hive city cleaning the blood from his knife. Around him are bodies of eviscerated chaos cultists, some still moaning in agony. Darian does not give them the killing blow however. He is enjoying the music.

// Literally me

// Shitass

Darian was a Reiver wearing lighter Phobos pattern armor. So the teeth of the Chainsword let's quite the impact. Not as much of an impact as the Reiver combat knife he drew and sliced along the soft joint between the World Eaters forearm and wrist before throwing a straight kick.

" Still unclear. "

" Is that a threat? Because it sounds like a lovers promise. "

" Mutt. "

Well good. As long as we're in agreement you are welcome one rule though, you are not allowed to speak outside of designated zones of the flagship. We value our silence and the punishment is torture till death.

Most do. But you are your own man.

Ha! No, cousin I meant a rarity as in you don't see us as an omen of bad tidings for all involved.