A very Space Wolfish Holiday Season

[Bran Scalphunter]

(While searching my chambers for Space Wolf fluff, I can across a little gem I had written last year about this time. Even though Wolfmass is still 20 days to go, I decided to share before it became lost once again.)

 

This scroll, it is ancient and wondrous, how it escaped Beef or Dark Bjorn I cannot imagine, yet I hold within my trembling hands a font of joy for the Space Wolves to have. The story of our holiday Wolfmass, a time of revelry and feasting where Blood Claw and Long Fang alike give gifts of axe blade and ale keg, where even the loneliest Wolf Scout can feel the urge to mingle and schmooze with his battle-brothers. Enough of what we all know, here is the long lost tale of "The Night Before Wolfmass", written long ago by a revered Rune Lord.

 

Draw round my brothers and tap the kegs, bring the roast boar and sit, for now I shall read you...

 

The Night before Wolfmass

 

‘Twas the night before Wolfmass when all through the Fang,

Not a creature was sober, not even a cyber-mouse;

The heads of the fallen were impaled up on pikes with care,

In hopes that St. Macharius soon would be there;

The Wolves were all heaped in drunken piles,

While visions of ale and roast boar danced in their heads;

And Ulrik in his Wolf Helm, and I in my Terminator armor,

Had just settled down for a long drinking bout,

When out on the landing pad there arouse such a clatter,

I sprang from the table to see what was the matter.

Away to the firing port I flew like a flash,

Tore open the ammo crate and loaded my bolter.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering auspex should appear,

But a miniature Land Raider, and eight tiny Land Speeders,

With a little old Lord Solar, so pious and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Mach.

More rapid than Drop Pods his engines they roared,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now Russ! Now, Ferrus! Now, Guilliman and Sanguinius!

On Corax! On Vulkan! On Dorn and Khan!

To the top of the Fang To the top of the wall

now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As xenos before the might Wolves break,

When they meet with a turret, mount to the sky,

So up to the mountain-top the Speeders they flew,

With the Raider full of Wargear and St. Macharius too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The roar and whine of each little turbine.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Macharius came with a bound.

He was dressed all in carapace armor, from his head to his foot.

And his armor all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a penitent opening his pack.

His eye—how they stared! His scars so valiant!

His medals were like ornaments, his helmet like an aquilla!

His droll little mouth was twisted in fear,

His pistol grasped in dread;

The stump of a lho stick he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a daemonic halo;

He had a pallid face and an awkward limp,

That slowed him down as he tried to run.

He was thin and lean, a terrified old man,

And I roared when I saw him, in spite of my awe;

A wink of Ulrik’s eye and a pull of my finger,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He screamed not a word, but went straight to the Warp,

And I filled all the ale kegs; then turned with a jerk,

And laying my finger to my lips,

And giving a nod, up the chimney I rose,

I sprang to his Raider, to his team I charged,

And away they fell like a drop pod,

But they heard me exclaim, ere they dropped out of sight,

 

“Be gone foul heretics, to the Warp with you!”

 

As Wolfmass is still some time away, I'd like to wish you all a merry and safe holiday early. May your warrior-gifts be great and the feasting never end, nor the ale run dry till the world resounds with our joyous laughter.

[Growler67]

....And to all fellow Brothers. May Russ favor your hunts and your Great Fires warm you less than your Ale. From the PNW of the States to all wherever you may be.....Warm and Happy Holiday Greetings from Abby and I. May you have a Safe and Prosperous New Year.

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/tyggrr65/Abby/DSC01696.jpg

 

.....and to all a warm night :lol:

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/tyggrr65/Abby/DSC01683a.jpg

[Bran Scalphunter]

Nice Fenrisian Wolf you have their Growler, but have you impaled the heads of the fallen upon pikes with care, in hope that St. Macharius will be soon there?

[LPetersson]

I like it.

I like it a lot :-)

 

Of course, I'm full of ale, meat and reading 'Space Wolf' by Will King so I'm also heartily in the mood :-D

[Growler67]

Nice Fenrisian Wolf you have their Growler, but have you impaled the heads of the fallen upon pikes with care, in hope that St. Macharius will be soon there?

 

My mom was visiting from Hawaii for the last couple of weeks. Didn't want to put them out on display while she was here :)

[LPetersson]

.....and to all a warm night :(

 

That is a gorgeous gorgeous little wolfy you have there :)

 

And it reminds me of these adorable little sweeties ^__^

[Growler67]

.....and to all a warm night ;)

 

That is a gorgeous gorgeous little wolfy you have there <_<

 

And it reminds me of these adorable little sweeties ^__^

 

Here's the video for you with a narration by the photographer. Polar Bear and Huskies Actually Abby is my second Alaskan Malamute. Generally about 30-40% larger than the average husky. She is 6 1/2 years old and 92lbs (41.73kg). Wrestles like her dad and has her mom's mouth - she "sings" with any siren within earshot. Huskies can have blue or grey eye or eyes, Malamutes will ALWAYS have brown eyes (otherwise not purebred). Thank you for your kinds words about her, i will pass them along. She is my Ambassador from Fenris and I treat her with all the due respect. I'm glad she keeps me around.

[The_Betrayed_Spacewolf]

beautiful dog you have there. i used to have a siberian huskey had a cremey beige coat a soft white belly and the coldest ice blue eyes ever. he hated my father.

[-Brother Sargent Tiberius-]

wolfmass? sounds like fun...

[nedaroony]

Hope you all have a great Wolfmass and an ale filled new year <_<

[Pork Chop Express]

Merry Wolfmass from Rusty the "Wolf".

[The_Betrayed_Spacewolf]

well fed pootch you got there