#ranulfr

[  my muse will say what they’d give yours for Christmas ]

Ranulfr for @tygettlannister

[Continued from here]

Hathor considered Ranulfr uncertainly, frowning only briefly at the fangs. He managed to force a smile. He himself was wearing robes of black lined in silver and gold with a bright colored feather embroidered on the back. His long blonde hair was braided, his eyes were lined with kohl, and he’d gone with blue feathered earrings, doing his best to represent Cult Pavoni.

@praybeforewefall

The Thunderhawk rattled around them as it breached the atmosphere of Endymion Prime, preparing to launch the opening assault against Hive Fleet Orion. The invading Tyranid force was a small one, but there had been signs that a larger force was incoming, such that it forced the Imperium to pay full attention, and treat it like a proper threat. Four packs from Blackmane’s company had been dispatched from Fenris, along with a number of reinforcements from the Raven Guard. 

It was with them that Ranulfr and his Grey Hunters travelled on the transport. His packmates around him were bare headed, as was the tradition of the Space Wolves, and in contrast, the Raven Guard all had their helmets on, save for one. Khakir Sharrox, the Reclusiarch Chaplain assigned to this mission, had his helmet off, face a blank slate even as the Thunderhawk jolted and shook. 

There had been no time for him to read any of the documents that had been transmitted about the Raven Guard and its accompanying detachment, and so Ranulfr was flying blind. Bonds would be forged in shared blood, he knew this, but it would still not hurt to actually speak to the man. 

Some fluff with @askthecustodes​‘s Arturia and @thespacewolves​‘ Ranulfr. Still kind of expanding/experimenting with her variety of tattoos. Ran’s tats tho. I will master Celtic knots eventually.

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

@askthecustodes​

Ranulfr sighed and took off his helm, grateful for the break, and being able to breathe the unfiltered air of the palace. Being one of the few Space Wolves assigned to the Terran Honour Guard, the other astartes in his squad did not seem to share the same preference as he did to keep his head bare. The cool air of the palace was refreshing against his skin, and he sucked in a deep breath. 

He heard the familiar clanging of footsteps sound out from the hall behind him, and turned to find Arturia approaching. The Space Wolf set his helmet down on the balcony ledge and turned to face her, leaning casually against the stone.