Horus is a fool. He has forgotten his place, and his roots.
He acted the Cthonian but always thought himself better; grander, more glorious, destined for higher things.
He wanted to _rule_, as if he was a stuck-up son of Inwit or Macragge.
That was never the Cthonian way. Horus forgot the truth of what we are.
Whatever airs and graces we put on, we are killers, no more, no less; the Emperor’s wolves, sent to tear out the throats of his enemies.
We destroy, not rule. That is Horus’ nature too, even if he denies it.
Even if my brothers have forgotten their station, I have not; I am a Luna Wolf, now and always.

+++Hamilcar Bast, “the Gibbous”; formerly of the XVI Legion, 7th Company+++