Primarch of The Seventh Legion // Son To The Emperor of Mankind // Praetorian of Terra // Unyielding One
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[] Been contemplating if I should give myself someone besides Rogal to RP. It’s my only account rn and I feel like it’d be easier for some if I had a non-Primarch character. Hmmm
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“Fair points, Lydos. Perhaps Horus was more ambitious than we realized. Maybe he was hurting more than we as his brothers realized. No point in dwelling over it. It’s only about ten thousand years too late.”
He said, hoping his son picked up on the tone of conversation.
Never. Not in several centuries has someone the Primarch once raged war with or one of their kind has gotten so close to him. But there was very little to fear. Death was something he was familiar with, he feared the Reaper none. Even if she was able to succeed in his end, —
— there was plenty of his sons around to make sure she didn’t live to tell such a story. He was calm, collected, a wall that wouldn’t be broken. Yet her touch was soft, as if confirming there is no threat to be had here. His eyes closed with a nod to allow her to continue her —
The wind blew heavy around the Praetorian, making the voice nearly inaudible. But Dorn held his attention firm on the voice speaking to him.
“I find myself struggling to under the galaxy. More exactly, I’m struggling to find my place.”
Silent was the old man, but the fire —
— close. He just needed a bit more time. He felt his strength slowly returning to him. Whatever agent was used on him is either no match for his Primarch body or this was just a stepping stone to her next intentions. Which he made a mental note to concern himself with —