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As all of you guys can see, the B&C is back up and running. So feel free to start posting your own works of fiction and fluff for your brethren to comment on.

 

I am confident we can get this behemoth that is Liber's library of Frater Creativity back up to steam in no time; welcome back indeed! :ph34r:

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My earnest prayers to the Holy Great Lion of Terra have been answered. Greetings to you, Frater of the Adeptus Astartes. In celibration, I post herein a sliver of Crusading Lions lore.

 

"Renewal"

 

Hakon followed the Simba as it led him across the plains of Savannah for many days. As they passed across the near-featureless grasslands, memories surfaced in the mind of the space marine as he followed his long time friend and battle-companion. Scenes of battle drifted in the space marine's mind as well as more tender moments between conflicts.

 

A young cub, uncertain upon his large paws, hunting the lure that Hakon drew through the grass for him to follow. An adolescent lion rearing up to swipe the helmet off the head of an Ork war-boss, only to crunch it's skull with leonine jaws and slash at the green body with all four paws. An adult lion, leaping to block the path between ancient rune-encrusted pillars to deny passage to the throng of chaos spawn, protecting his leader and friend as Hakon lay wounded, near unto death, in the shade of those imposing spires. A late night within the Scriptorium, Saahsha laying across his legs purring contentedly as his friend poured over the ancient vellums and parchments, learning the lore of Heroes past.

 

And now, as Hakon followed his friend for the last time, he could see again the cub that Saahsha had once been. Each twitch of the Simba's tufted tail tip alerting the marine to some perceived movement nearby, as Saahsha led him back to the Pride lands of his birth. Hakon padded softly behind his friend and companion, bare feet making almost no sound as the marine strode through the grasses behind the Simba.

 

The marine hefted the bronze axe in his hand and patted the matching knife in his hide belt, sniffing and scenting the wind nearly as well as his long time companion lion could. Each small shift in the wind bringing knowledge of what lay ahead and the scent of both predators, and their prey, as they moved about upon their own business in the shafts of sunlight that parted the otherwise dimness of the overcast day.

 

The sound of his hide loin cloth swishing against his thighs was nearly as loud to the ears of both the space marine and his lion companion as the sound of the grasses shifting against one another, and against them, as they made their way through the dim coolness of a winter's day upon Savannah's vast plains. The roaring of a pride of lions sounded closer today than it had yesterday, and the marine smiled as his leonine companion grunted and picked up the pace again towards that distant warning cough of a Simba declaring his territorial limits.

 

At the present pace, the marine thought that tomorrow might bring an end to his quest, and an end for Saahsha as well. Each of them was here of their own accord and for their own reasons. Hakon was fairly certain that he could defeat the Pride's leader and claim his cubs, and Saahsha was almost certain to die in combat with his own kind, delaying pursuit so that more cubs would know the life of The Great Hunt with the 'Tall Lions'.

 

A final battle for the space marine's old friend and companion. A new life for members of his own leonine kind, as a new Simba Companion for the Crusading Lions Chapter.

 

 

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