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Sinking his clawed index and middle finger into the eyesockets of the traitor marine. One moment the heretic was screaming the next, he laid on the warped earth. Dead. The creature known as Wolf Whisperer lifted his bloodied hand, pulling his fingers onto his tongue, just past his wicked canines. Tasting the copper, as well as the sickly-sweet taste of chaos.

Once the creature known as Wolf Whisperer was man, like you and I. Looking to the purple sky, constantly flickering with warp lighting. As he gazed he recalled a distant memory of his life as a mortal man.

Young Silas looked to his father, a brawny, man. Long gray hair blowing in the arctic wind. His seemingly giant shadow looming over the frosted grass clutching a equally giant bearded axe. "Silas my first born son, I must speak to ye'." His voice, though eons old rang clearly in the feral things mind, he looked to the ground, then his mind returned to the fantasy.

"I am goin' past the sea, to avenge ye' mothers death lad. Halfdan Hellhammer will pay for murdering your kinsmen and your own mother, and my mate." He spoke sternly a man whom meant his word, and would settle for nothing less.

Silas could not even recall his mothers face. He could feel warmth when he heard the word spoken in Fenrisian. "Moren" He whispered under his breath, his packmates and their blessed hearing couldn't even hear the whisper as it vanished into the wind.

He recalled his father standing above a cliff, overlooking the dark blue sea, that swallowed so many men and their ships. "Son, someday vengeance will fester in ye' heart. And when it does. Ye' will wander, wander this world and the next to avenge ye' honor and to make things right. To redeem your name, and your clan." The mans nearly legendary voice rang through the savages heart.

"Father, I will come with you!" Called out the boy. Whom in turn the father turned, and dropped to one knee. "Son, this quest is not yours. One day ye' will be beckoned by the norns. You cannot escape their call, nor can I. No one can." He slowly got up. "Farewell my firstborn." And Silas' father vanished.

"Silas...That was my name before I turned, before I became one of the Wulvenkind." Wolf Whisperer thought. He looked at his warped visage, ashamed of himself. When suddenly as he saw the power armor clad warriors rushing into battle in the distance, he felt the adrenaline rush through his being. He did not care anymore, his humanity was for not. A unfortunate circumstance at it's worse. It did not matter, blood was to be shed glory was to be had.

Wolf Whisperer looked to the uncaring sky and let out a feral howl and in unison howls and cries of. "Allfather guide my chainsword!" were all that could be heard.

"To Morkai with ye' all!"