Grendel Ignored the gaurdsman speaking with his lord inquisitor and drew his combat knife from it's sheath...something he had from his youth it was carved with the runes of his father's people and made of a black obsidian ore...he concentrated on the blade and it began to glow...he let the tip go white hot and started with the runes the inquisitor had shown him...etching each one in the door frame of the entrance to the mansion...
he had all but finished when he realized that instead of the Aquilla, he had drawn the rune the stalker amongst the stars...the seal and crest of the Great Wolf and the badge of the Primarch Russ...the whole series burned a brilliant white then faded to a greyish ash color...Grendel touched the runes as they faded...they were cold as ice...
He turned to see the inquisitor and the gaurdsman staring at him, both had the same questioning look on their face and Grendel asked, "what? did I do something wrong, milord?" before he realized he had spoken in Fenrisian.
He slid the combat knife back into it's sheath and then correcting himself, 'My apologies Lord...I must remember to speak in the high gothic when there are others present,' he felt something moist on his upper lip and wiped a small streak of blood from beneath his nose, 'well now that's never happened before...'
__________________ I am Wolfpack, my fangs are long, my hair grey with age...I am The Great Wolf...I fight with bolter and Axe, my armies vast, my word final. A true son of Russ, my honor above all, I hunt the heretic, the xenos, and the witch and slay them where they stand! My sons hunt our enemies, slay them where they falter and bring their pelts to Fenris |