Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140702040002/@comment-24878368-20140801233614

A small smile appears on Ragnars face as he sees the Lictor for the first time and utters words in the gutteral language of Fenris. While unlatching his Heavy bolter and setting it to the ground. "Kaila, sókn  dróttinn.  mál  við  veiðr. Brothers cover me, i will take this one." Ragnar pulls his blade from its sheath as he removes his helmet. His fangs can be seen extending slightly lower then his bottom lip as his lips are curled in a sinister smile, his pleasure evident in his expression. Kaila moves to his side and bears her teeth in a sinister snarl saliva dripping from her fangs. In a blur that could only be attributed to his space marine genetics Ragnar lunges forward with a roar with Kaila hot on his heels. Slashing left with his blade and reaching out with his right hand he simultaniously stabs a termagaunt in its forhead and grabs a hormagaunt and throws it behind him, while bowling through other enemies. Making a beeline to the former position of the Lictor Ragnar's mind is engulfed with the single thought of finding and killing this beast and any other creature that dares oppose him . The Hunt had begun.......

Kaila felt the creature long before she saw it, although she could not pinpoint it she knew its stink. Its smell had been one she had known to be enemy from long ago. Seeing the creature materialize she almost lost herself in her frenzy, but was able to hold herself back, until her Alpha removed his fire thrower. Smelling his familar scent again she knew his helmet had come off and that the hunt was about to begin, her mouth began to salivate at the thought of fresh prey. Hearing the words of old, cold home she knew the hunt was starting and her Alpha would be by her side for this hunt. Attack, Leader, Time to Hunt. These words she knew well from her days of pup, these words filled her with an exhuberence that cannot be described, mearly felt. She moved to her Alpha's side, the salviating becoming almost like a river at the thought of death, and killing. She felt him move before he did and followed in his wake, her heart singing with the release of her pent up rage. The fear of death the furthest thing from her mind, the thought of hunting along side her Alpha and master filling her thoughts and being. She sees a creature being thrown behind her master, she masterfully lifts both her front feet and catches its neck in her mouth and snaps down as she slams it into the ground and lunges after her master. The Hunt had begun, and she would not fail in her duty.