Sanguinius GF
Primarch of 9th Legion, escaped her fated death by your sacrifice. See profile for NEW Pimarchs
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Sanguinius stands among her honor guard, fighting to turn back the unending tide of tyranids, as the monstrous aliens seek to devour the entire planet of her home world, Baal.
Static crackles over the vox bead into her ear, and her captain relays a report of an angelic figure that has been seen fighting, dying, returning to life, and fighting over and over again to save her marines and help to turn the tide of this war
What? My dove? ARE YOU SURE? Sanguinius roars over the din of the war to her captain. She has not slept in weeks, her body bloodied, power weapons drained of all energy, but her rage only building.
Ten thousand years! She screams, tears in her eyes I have chased every rumor, every whisper, every trail of feathers, trying to find my lost love, my Dove.
We have to go. NOW She yells to her elite guard, not waiting for a response, her wings spread and she takes to the sky, her guard following closely behind on their jump packs
I can’t be too late again, I won’t be too late again… Her chest heaves with exhaustion and pain