Chapter 16
When Harry awoke the next morning, he was completely wrapped up in Emma, she surrounded him making it so he couldn't leave the bed without either trying to jump over her, or climb over her, either way he had to wake her up to get ready for the day.
But he knew she was already awake and that she was simply content to stay with her pup in this comfy cave they had been provided.
But thanks to his training from both the militarium and the custodes, he would never be late unless he was in battle, and even that wouldn't stop him from reaching his destination ahead of schedule.
"Alright Emma, we need to head to breakfast, they are supposed to hand us our schedules today and I won't let the training and honor of my teachers be brought into question by tardiness."
The sound of the Fenrisian Language flowed from his mouth like water, almost as if he had been born there, the harsh snarls and growls along with the almost musical tones at certain words almost made him sound like a wolf that could sing. With a chuff Emma rose and lumbered out of the four poster bed barley dropping in height from where she was previously, with Harry following closely behind.
Harry soon began his morning ritual of finding a training field or pit and practicing his technique and ensuring he was combat ready and capable to fight the enemies of man.
Throwing on a pair of shorts he began to walk down to the common room and head towards the painting when it opened on silent hinges and a figure stepped in almost as silent as a shadow.
Quilia had awoken to perform her early You morning litanies and adulations and was going to perform a security sweep of her house when she found her lord on the dormitory stairs watching her.
"My lord, a most glorious morning to you and your companion, it heartens this one to know you are here and healthy, my this one ask what you are doing up this early and how this one may help you?"
The amount of awe and worship in her voice almost caused Harry to look and see if maybe one of the Primarches was behind him, but after so long of the same treatment from his time with the sisters he knew that she was talking to him. He moved forward and with Emma on his heals he brushes past her and heads to the portrait door and says in passing.
"A most glorious morning to you as well sister, I am simply heading out to find a training field or pit for my morning training, if you could point me to such a place I would find it most helpful."
Quilia moves infront of her lord and opens the portrait for him and begins to head down the stairs.
"Of course my lord, we have found a suitable room for such things and hope that you find it as accommodating as we do."
Harry followed after sister Quilia and he is lead all the way down to the great hall before they take the stairs leading down into the dungeons that Harry knows the Slytherin students had gone down the last night. After a half hour of walking and many twists and turns, sister Quilia finally reaches a large door in what appears to be a disused portion of the dungeon, she opens them and steps to the side and motions her lord inside with a slight bow.
Harry and Emma walk past her and find themselves in a room that is almost reminiscent for Harry, it looks like the training pits from the fang that he and his brothers would spar in for days.
Two other people are already there and in the midst of their own morning training, what looks to be a second sister is performing a combat drill with a chainsword and speaking the words of faith to the emperor.
The other form is the grey beard Harry saw at the feast, he has his knife out and is in the midst of fighting what looks like a large spider which seems to be trying to escape the space wolf, but it fails.
Admist the dying creatures screams the snarls and growls of the grey beard rises Emma's hackles as Harry's blood begins to pump faster in preparation for a good hunt or fight. Soon enough sister Quilia joins Harry and with a voice that is laced with authority speaks to the sister with the chainsword and the grey beard like they are her subordinates.
"Sister Dominacca, Brother Belica, our lord has joined us for our morning training, present yourselves."
The now named. Belica finishes killing his spider and turns to see sister Quilia with his young lord standing and his companion next to her, he simply huffs and then moves forward to greet his lord, covered in the black blood of the spider creature that barley made his blood pump.
Sister Dominacca stops after a powerful cross swing of her chainsword and was getting ready to make an overhead swing when she heard her fellow sisters words and stopped her morning training to see her young lord and his companion waiting for her.
Once both had stood infront of their lord they made the sign of the Aquila, and bowed to their lord, brother Belica spoke first.
"Greetings young lord, it is good to see that you do not dishonor your teachers by sleeping in and ignoring your training."
The almost apocalyptic look on sister Quilia's face and the pure shock on sister Dominacca made Harry chuckle before he answered the grey beard.
"Truthfully I do my teacher a dishonor by getting up this early to train, the jackal wolf always liked his sleep."
A laugh like thunder fills the room as brother Belica can't help but find the truth in his young lords words, the two sisters look at the grey beard with disapproval at his behavior.
"This is true young lord, it is a miracle that you ended up so well with such a teacher as the jackal wolf, but for his many faults, a poor teacher he is not."
The laughter in brother Belica's voice causes a smile to spread across Harry's face as Emma huffs and moves towards the wall and lays down. Harry shakes his head at Emma's antics but knows that once he gets going he won't have to wait long for her to join him in training.
Belica chuckles at the wolf and turns back to his lord, pulling a knife from a leg scabbard, he offers it to his lord and waits to see if he'll take up the challenge.
With a grin, Harry reaches into his shirt and withdraws a necklace, it was a beautiful thing, it seemed to be made out of bone and silver, weaved together in an almost intimate manner, belying it's true craftsmanship. It had a bright almost glowing green gem in the center, like Harry's eyes, bound in bone and silver that took the shape of wolves, skulls, and a strange symbol of a triangle with a circle inside and a line running from the top to the bottom.
The sisters hissed at the foul xeno's artifact but Belica merely watched as his lord removed it from his neck and instantly returned to the true form of the legions lord.
Once again, Harry towered over all, he stood at fifteen feet tall, his hair flowed to his shoulder blades, a wild and untamed mess of locks, his muscles almost seemed to strain his skin with the power hidden beneath it.
His eyes glowed a bright and vivid green with the power held inside him, the smile that bared his many fangs to the world, making him almost look like a cat then a wolf. His ports that let him connect to his power armor where his by his clothes and wolf mane of hair, but the weight of how much he had been changed could easily be felt, as if a physical weight was pushing them all down as they stood in the presence of their lord.
Harry reaches forward, taking the knife from Belica and moves to the center of the arena, and with the ease of countless battles and years of practice, he falls into his stance waiting for the grey beard to join him.
Belica takes a slow, meandering walk towards the center of the arena, looking over Harry's form, Harry's left foot is forward and pointed at a slight angle towards the right, standing on the balls of his feet.
His right foot is behind him, pointed the same as his left, giving him a wide and low stance, good to guard and avoid being knocked over, but also good for springing forward to pierce one's opponent. His hips are pointed towards the right along with his torso and chest, giving him a smaller profile, thus making him harder to hit wether it was with a bolter or sword.
His hands were kept close to the body at chest level, the left hand raised slightly higher to guard the face and the right at sternum level with the knife in a backwards grip to protect the forearm and wrist.
Belica saw the form and was happy to see his lord took his training seriously, but this pup still had much to learn, and so with a roar Belica lunges forward, knife in hand, ready to test his lords mettle.