1 [ (Locked to Saber and Mordred) A man in a strange white bodyglove walks up to 460 stone street, carrying several blades of various sizes, and knocks on the door. Garviel's here to be a secondary teacher for Mordred. ]
2 [ Phones, filtered to the resistance and associated organizations. ] Loken here. I wanted to check in after the recent
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There was very little open water on my world of birth, Cthonia. It was all cold cavern-cities in the remains of ancient, abandoned mines.
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Mid-Childa is a lush land not unlike Earth. Forests, lakes, mountains... We wolves called the mountains home. Was it unusual on Cthonia to venture to the surface?
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[She chuckles.] And to think, I'm small for my kind.
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[ he looks to the insignia on his bodyglove. ]
Wolves that serve men are dogs. We have become so of our own choice. From what you have told me, neither of us regret it, either.
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And I see nothing wrong with it. I still remember who I am and what I am.
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[There's a long moment of silence as Arf looks across the water.]
I confronted Fate's mother after I couldn't look away anymore and she nearly killed me. I managed to use a dimensional transfer to escape, healed, and then worked with who had once been the enemy to bring an end to the evil of Precia Testerossa.
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We have both made the same choice, then. And paid the same price for it. [ he reaches out, his huge hand very gentle as he touchs Arf's mane-covered neck, and sets it down, a gesture of kinship and friendship, rather like he uses with his own puppy, Tarik. ]
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Fate was a child then. She didn't know any better, but she eventually saw what was right and joined us. And she forgave me.
Were you forgiven?
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They would corrupt, pervert, and destroy their world in their wild thrashing madness.
[ He speaks the last part very quietly. ] My gene-father, Horus Lupercal, ordered the mass slaughter of my men, the Astartes who were loyal to the Emperor of mankind, as a preface to his greater acts of treachery. Only I survived.
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Then one day you will tear out his throat with your fangs.
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