Claws further on edge. Astropath reports had said that this world,Animus Prime,an agri-world had been assaulted by the legions of Chaos a scant week ago.
Contact with the planet had ceased within hours of the initial call for help. The Space Wolves made planetfall 2 days ago,scouring the Chaos filth from the
outlying settlements as they moved towards the hive city.Throughout that time they had found evidence of very few casualties,and all of them Imperial
guardsman manning defense positions. What had happened to the populace was answered once the first scouts reached the city. Every citizen of Animus had been put to the sword and the flame,their bones paving every road in the city while their skulls had been stacked in a great mountain at the very center of the city.
Morgan,the Wolf Guard set to watch over this pack of young Wolves looked into the eyes of each of his new pack in turn,evaluating their readiness for what
lay ahead. First in the line was Skepti,his chainsword across his knees. His eyes shone with eagerness,his entire body almost vibrating in its desire for
action. In him was everything that exemplified the Blood Claws as a whole,both good and bad. His courage and ferocity was unmatched within the pack but his reckless disregard for tactics more complicated then scream and leap would one day get him or others killed Morgan feared. Next in line was Hel,a whip-thin warrior with bald head save for a wild red topknot of hair. The whispers that Hel might actually be a woman were voiced only once within the pack, by the Giant blood claw named Skeggi. Hel had replied by swinging a hand between Skeggi's legs,squeezing fiercely till Skeggi fell to his knees,before Hel, now eye to eye,headbutted Skeggi between the eyes and knocking him cold.After that no one dared speak up one way or the other.Skeggi now sat beside Hel, the two having become great friends,his bulk leaned against the haft of the massive maul he now carried.It's haft was 8 feet long and solid adamantium, while the head was 100 lbs of metal from the hull of a destroyed Leman Russ battle tank.Next to him sat Wreck,casually flipping one of his chain knives up in the air before catching it by the handle.Wreck had been transferred in and out of the pack several times,each time trying to join one of the biker packs. Wreck was also the only Space Wolf in the history of the Fang to ever crash two vehicles before they made it out of the vehicle bay as well as countless other bikes and rhinos.His name was used as a curse word for the Iron Priests of the fang "Alaric the Wrecker" until it became shortened to Wrecker and then at last to just Wreck.Finally at Morgan's right sat Miklos,his eyes calm and steady,the ornate powerfist cradled in the senior Blood claws lap.His ferocity was well tempered with caution and a fine grasp of tactics.His promotion to the Grey Hunters was almost upon him,yet he requested to remain with his pack until they had all reached that point,and the Wolf Priests had agreed to his request.The rest of the pack viewed Miklos with respect as an older brother,often coming to him for advice when Morgan wasn't available. Miklos nodded at him and smiled.
To his left side against the Rhino's back door was Thorfin,cautiously polishing his bolt pistols with care. He looked up at his brothers and then turned his
head to Morgan,his wild black hair falling to one side. "Well..at least we won't have to worry about the filth being able to sneak up on us with all these
bones around." Morgan shook his head slightly while the rest of the pack let loose a chuckle save for Hel and Pup,the blood claw that sat to Thorfin's right.
Pup was abnormally short,small enough that Imperial guardsman were able to look him in the eyes without much strain.Pup drummed his nails against the
ceramite of his leg armor,the 3 inch long claws on his fingertips a constant reminder of the test they had each taken upon becoming Wolves.His natural need
to prove himself the equal of any of his brothers,combined with the greater strength and ferocity that the Lupus Helix had left him with made him a most
dangerous opponent. As he was fond of saying "The first thing you learn when fighting with claws,it's easier to kill someone if you strike from
below."Damian sat beside Pup, checking the slide and power pack of the Plasma pistol he had been entrusted with.He had shown a calm and focus that was
normally lacking within the young ones,and a natural aptitude for shooting. Finally there was Loki,the hip pack of Promethium and the flamer it was attached
to on his lap. He had spent the entire ride running his fingers up and down the barrel of the flamer,from the trigger to the nozzle which the Iron priests
had fashioned into the snarling muzzle of a wolf.Loki was able to paint with fire the way a artist painted with a brush,showing an uncanny ability to use the
flames tendencies to spread to the detriment of his enemies without ever endangering his allies,burnt eyebrows notwithstanding.
"Prepare yourselves Wolves...the stench of the Traitors hangs heavy in the air" said Morgan,gripping the handle of his Storm shield,his Power sword in its
sheath across his back. Not two minutes after he said this,the Rhino ground to a jarring stop,the front half of it crumpling like an accordion and crushing
the driver Snorri in a explosion of gore that showered the pack. With a growl,the Blood claws poured out of the ruined Rhino eager for revenge on those that
had attacked them.The World Eater marines that had dropped down around the Rhino were more then eager to greet them.....
Hope you all enjoy the start of their tale. I have allways enjoyed writing stories for the various MMO's and table top games I have played and now very much look forward to writing about my Wolves. Any comments are of course appreciated.
Edited by Requiem of the Wolf, 08 May 2010 - 11:01 PM.