It's quite nice. I imagine we are probably a more mature group. That could change once popularity ensues.
All who fight mankind enemies will be a brother to me "In His name we march, In His name we fight, In His name we win, We shall bask in his bleesing provide infinite suppy of our bolter holy light fire among surrounding darkness There is no greater honour than fufill our duty, and those who fell will not be mourn, they will dwell in the Emperors light. We are his instruments, his iron will, his wrath and inevitable swift judgment.
How quaint, I always thought the Corpse-Emperor is a strong psyker - no matter how insane he is from those unholy sacrifices that the mon-keigh liars force down his throat day by day - but if his will is only strong as his warriors, his "instruments" - how crude instruments I might add - then his will is nothing more then a chicken-less egg: no thoughts, empty insides, just some poor shield that can be crushed easily... *He steps out from the warp, with his witchblade in his hand, but he takes no battle stance* Why aren't you stop for a moment to think before you die in His name? You are following false ideas human...
- Now what did I stumble upon here... *his calm, sonorous voice sounds with amusement. His lips moving to let out a wolfish grin as standing on the perimeter of the soon-to-be battle zone.* - Brothers, Heretics and Xenos, on the verge of an all-out battle. Sounds and seems like heaven. *Another Space Wolf. His features reflects his feelings. An excited hunter who caught the scent of his favourite prey. His power armour is battle-worn, but adorned with a few fading runes, and animal bones on the waist, and knee. There is a huge wolf pelt on his back, black as the living night. Currently staying out of the melee, his left hand gently touch the bolter pistol on his belt. The right grips the massive battle-axe, as measuring up the opposing forces.* (Oh my, what a treasure i found in this topic. Greetings to everyone, Xenos, Heretics, Mutants or Space Marines alike )
*Stepping forth to stand before this one, Bruticus holds his massive chain-axe, so that is rests upon his left shoulder.* "You speak words that sound quiet heretical to the loyalists pup. Do you plan on joining us soon?"
*he let out a long sigh* - Someone can't enjoy now-a-days a possibly good fight without accusing him of heresy it seems. Bunny Ears, my loyalty to my Wolf Brothers and to the Allfather shall never be questioned. I would rather die the most horrendous ways with a smirk and His name on my lips than be a wretched slave of the Ruinous Powers with the false pretense of freedom.
War is beyond human's depth dog.. *he addresses the space wolf* You are just joyful, because you can wag your tail thinking that you are serving great purpose. But I'm tired to tell you and your kind all day, that you do nothing with this savagery other then destroying and strengthen the forces of chaos... You see? Now that the foul lord of disorder asking you to join there side... Its a waste to try to teach something, it has been proved again. (Welcome btw, and please handle this above as I would posted it before you, because I really started to edit this before I saw your post )
*The nails bit at the back of his mind with that response, and a snarl could be heard before Bruticus brought his temper back to heel. Always so righteous these wolves, he admired the warrior's spirit in them, yet they were so puffed up in self praise he often compared them to the smaller, softer Eldar.* "False pretense of freedom? You are so quick to judge me pup, when it is your corpse emperor and his minions which bind it's people to their will, enslaving them to a cause they do not understand, and blind them to a choice their superiors do not wish them to make. What freedom do you stand for, that slays men solely for the reason of them seeing to much, your guardsmen upon viewing the children of the warp eradicated, after so pure and violent a battle to win for their god. What truth can you support from a God that is falsely worshiped even to this day after he campaigned for enlightenment through science and reason, albeit foolishly. What loyalty can you stand for, when even your people come to your precious Fenris's gates seeking your subjugation or annihilation when your leaders feel the need to exercise this freedom you speak of. You and I may both be simple hounds to gods pup, but the difference is mine allows me to be free of a leash, and able to exert my will I see fit."
*He chuckles at the notice of the Eldar's return* I am not finished with you seer, try not to flee this time before I can truly test that mettle you so fondly speak off.
I am in a position to speak fondly about myself and my kin, don't you agree? But we are not going with this to anywhere, If the curiosity burns your dark heart so shall it be. My brethren was adamant statue while he dealt with you, Oh champion of the witless... My soul hold too much vengeance and hatred against those who oppose our will, and the same goes to you*he turns to the space marine* here is your choice mon-keigh. Will you attack me and side with chaos? Or you intend to do something useful at least.
