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Firenze has promised to renew the "Tales from the Fang" thread into a new and improved format. However, he sure is taking his time about it. While I'm sure this will mean it will be an excellent tale full of mirth, laughter, and butchered xenos, I thought we might need a little 'appetizer,' so to speak. And so I give you my rather inexpert attempt at writing, the Blood Claws Saga.

 

Jonas staggered into the dormitories of the Fang and collapsed on his cot. He had spent yesterday, last night, and most of the morning celebrating in the mead hall with the former members of his pack. Their orders had finally come through; after that last momentous fight with the Eldar, it had been decided his charges were ready to become Grey Hunters. They had drunk and brawled for hours, the last fights they would have as whelps, and then ceremoniously thrown their razors into the scrap bucket. As Hunters, they would never have to shave again. They had had good times, playing pranks and butchering the Allfather’s foes with equal vigor. Jonas would miss this pack almost as much as he missed his original brothers. Ah well, the wolf lord would probably send him some new whelps in a few days…

 

There was a loud crash as the dormitory’s door was shoved in and a crowd of power armored figures rushed in, shouting, yelling, and generally making a huge clamor. “Speak of the devil,” muttered Jonas as he dragged himself up off the cot.

 

“Are you Jonas?” demanded the whelp in front of the mass. The young wolf wore his helmet, a rare sight, made all the stranger for that fact that it’s ridiculous horns were painted green. Someone’s idea of a joke, obviously. Before Jonas could force his inebriated body to respond, the blood claw continued.

 

“You’re supposed to be our pack leader, but you look too wimpy to stand up straight let alone fight!” Hung over, tired, and now having a bunch of whelps yelling in his face did not do much for Jonas’s self control. The insult was the last stray.

 

He left his cot with a roar, slamming one fist into the pup’s helm. The greenhorn went down, but the rest of the pack rushed in. Jonas got his back against the wall and began to fight. They gave a good account of themselves, these whelps. One, the rune of the North Star on his helm, took nearly a dozen body blows before falling. Another, “FORTE” engraved on his gorget, nearly broke one of Jonas’s ribs with a powerful strike. In the end though, they all fell to the pack leader’s experience.

 

Jonas sat on a pile of bodies, tired, and with a raging headache. The fight, while fun, had done nothing to help his hangover. He rose, then went and got a bucket of water. “Rise and shine, whelps!”

 

He got the blood claws into something approximating a parade ground formation, then launched into his standard ‘new whelps’ speech. “You may not like me, and I certainly don’t like you. But you are going to obey and learn a little discipline before we part company. We are stuck with each other, possibly for years, unless of course you are slain in battle. Some of you will be killed, but it will be doing the Allfather’s work…” He paused, peering uncertainly into the back rank of blood claws. With a confused tone he asked, “Am I still drunk, or is one of you a girl?”

 

 

Rather short, more to follow if people like it. C&C appreciated.

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Love it. Was thinking of writing a bit of fluff for us motley crew myself but couldn't decide on a pack leader. Your little fluff about being stuck with the most difficult packs swayed me but you beat me to it.

 

No idea what could have happened to Arezs helmet though :)

Love it. Was thinking of writing a bit of fluff for us motley crew myself but couldn't decide on a pack leader. Your little fluff about being stuck with the most difficult packs swayed me but you beat me to it.

 

No idea what could have happened to Arezs helmet though ;)

Maverik_Girl seems to be the only Claw to be able to stop us :)

 

 

Good job Jonas.

Thanks brothers, I'm glad you all like it.

 

Maverik_Girl seems to be the only Claw to be able to stop us

And drawing on that statement, I give you the next installment of the saga!

 

 

Warhorse strode into the mead hall of the Fang, looking forward to a good meal and many tankards of ale after a long day's hunt across the ice wastes. He got a drink and a side of elk from the bartender and was about to chow down when he noticed young Jonas Stormclaw, sitting off to one side, just staring into his cup. "Somethin' ain't right here," the old wolf growled to himself, and walked over.

 

"Hey lad, whats eating you? You look like you did after that time Hendrik told you whelps only got one ale per meal."

 

With a dazed expression, the pack leader looked up at his old friend and said, "I saw the most disturbing thing I've ever seen today."

 

Warhorse thought about that statement for a moment. Considering that he and the young wolf had fought everything from chaos traitors and xenos to hive tyrants and daemons together, that was quite a statement. He sat down next to the back leader.

 

"Come one lad, this sounds like a tale worth telling." Jonas looked back down into his tankard and began to speak.

 

"I was putting the claws through their first drop pod practice today. You know, shoot 'em out of one of the ships in orbit, a few pyrotechnics attached to their hull to simulate anti-aircraft fire, the usual. Of course, its always a good time to beat some sense into them. Whelps always go nuts packed into a little droppod for the first time." He looked over at the old wolf for confirmation. "Always go nuts, right?"

 

Warhorse nodded. "I still have a scar from breaking up your pack's fight the first time, and that started just from deciding who went into the pod first."

 

Jonas, reassured by the statement, took a slug of ale and continued his tale. "Anyway, my current pack is too big to fit in one pod, so I split them up. I shove 'em in, let 'em stew for a few minutes, then go in to break up the fights. The first pod, totally normal. Nrthstar and Skoll are trying to beat each other's heads in while Azuris and Crazywolf are back to back fighting off the rest. I break it up, punch here, kick there, then get them settled in to the restraint thrones and, well, restrained. I move on to the next pod. Its my worst troublemakers, Arez, Postal, Forte, and a couple others. I expect blood to be painting the walls, right?" Here he took another gulp of ale, as if bracing himself.

 

"I open the door, and its dead quiet. The greenhorn and the others are all in their chairs, strapped in, looking a bit sullen. Their all bruised up, blood is leaking from Postal's nose and Forte is missing a bit of his left ear. Then one of them, the girl, who is completely unscathed, pipes up. 'All ready to go, sir!' she says. She's grinning, just happy as a clam, and gives me a thumbs up as she says it."

 

Warhorse waited a second before responding, "Well what did you say?"

 

Jonas shrugged, still bewildered, " 'Good job.' I rode with them all the way down to the planet, and you could hear the other pod howling like a pack of blackmanes on the hunt, until the ionization cut comms. My pod, dead quiet all the way down. It was unnerving." The young wolf seized his old friend by the arm and asked, "What can make blood claws, new blood claws mind you, still fighting the wulfen, be perfectly behaved on their first drop?"

 

Warhorse laughed and rose from the table. "I don't know young'un, but I think you need another ale."

 

 

Bit silly, but I thought it would be fun. I promise xenos will actually be dying next time.

Good work Jonas. I like it. Nothing better than a good brawl. Not surprised I was howling like a madman. Sounds fitting for someone like me.

 

@Fenris: just little old me. Gave Zynk a pair of clown shoes recently, so it might be a better thing for me to be on a training mission.

Try telling Maverik Girl she isn't good enough to be a space wolf is kinda like asking the IRS to give you an audit or walking up to a mob boss and calling him gay..... the end result will be long messy painful and entirely your fault.

 

Jonas you still have my sympathies....even though you thought it would be fun and inflicted them on your self.

Why do you think she keeps us lot in line ;)

 

As for who's who, just check the Blood Claw Sparing Session and Current Blood Claws topics. Not for the faint hearted but there's a few regular brawlers and jokers (the chapter masters looking good).

 

As for this Jonas.....LOVE IT. Grinning like an idiot while waiting for my train home :)

Had gotten behind in the Sparring thread... 4 month old daughters eat up lots of time!

two and a half year old boys ain't to easy either. Hope your enjoying it.

 

Latest parts of the sparring are worth a read. Trust me, I NEVER saw what just happened coming.

I demand a cameo! Preferably where I headbut an ork Nob and kill him with it.

 

And on the sly comment about my Tales taking too long. I have college too. I building a wooden mech. Its taking alot of my time...

 

Itll be up soon, dont worry.

 

 

Hey, if he gets one I want one too :) Just make sure I'm not driving anything. Last time that happened I wrecked a speeder, which I believe belonged to the dark angels if memory serves me...

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