#habriel

Habriel screamed as he shot out of his bed, one hand reaching out for a Power Sword long shattered, a cry of "LUNA WOLVES!" Dying on his lips as he looked around at the darkened room, his armor sitting in a corner of the room, the ancient standard of the Luna Wolves held on the back of the ancient battle plate.

He wiped at his eyes as he whispers "Isstvaan... you will haunt me till my death... the loss of those I called brother's... the loss of everything... and the death of what the Legion once stood for..." he sighs quietly before getting dressed in a light set of clothing, uncaring for the sight of his armor that had stayed beside him through the worst of times for the Luna Wolf, and had somehow been repaired when he first came back from death.

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Habriel is haunted by nightmares of Isstvaan III, his last memory before awakening on a blackened husk of a planet being the sight of the Virus Bombs raining down, his Cousins in the Loyalist Death Guard seeming to relax as a Firestorm approaches...

He hates the fact he is a Perpetual, he dreams of the day his death would stick and he would go to his Brother's who remained loyal with a smile on his face, and so he throws himself into every battle like it was his last, his spear and bolter claiming hundreds over his Long Hunt.

Just the sight of the Standard he flies is enough to drive even the calmest member of the Black Legion into a Rage, the ancient and tattered Luna Wolf banner seeming to mock them as it stands untarnished, and when they spot him that rage grows, for before them is a Luna Wolf who seemingly survived Isstvaan III...

His Spear was taken from the corpse of a fallen Emperor's Child he had fought beside, the ancient weapon having been used after his Power Sword was shattered by a berserk World Eater, it's point seeming to slide through power armor with ease.