Some warhammer drabbles below the cut!
Before you dig in I want to make everyone aware I have not proof read these, and wrote them at 3 am.
Featuring: Sleipnir - OC astartes/ lone wolf of the Space wolves chapter
He didn’t feel real anymore. Between the gnawing hunger, the pain that burned through his chest with every breath and the cold seeping into his limbs he knew he didn’t have long left.
Yellow eyes turned upwards towards the fat moon that hung low in this worlds sky, longing then for a world he hadn’t set foot on for centuries and Brothers that no longer drew breath.. wishing then as he always that he had seen trap that had he’d foolishly gotten them all trapped in.
Quietly he bundled his wolf fur closer, taking solace in the warmth it provided and the memories that clung like motes of light to it. Then he turned away from the moons watchful gaze and strode deeper into the forest.
Around him a cold fog settled in, swirling around his sabatons and the trees like ghost.. and perhaps, he thought, they were.
His brothers. His enemies. And the countless faceless dead. Claimed by war, famine, and plague, forgotten and left behind in his wake.
Perhaps tonight, they’d see fit to finally let him join them,..
But somewhere deep within he knew better, but at least for tonight, he wasn’t alone in his wandering.
Featuring: Crow - OC astartes of unknown affiliation. Assumed renegade/loyalist
It was a memory. The lack of pain, his heavier steps, and the presence of both his hands and a full range of vision gave it away.. he suspected it was from when the mutations had first started to affect the crew.. but before it had gotten bad.
They had been running low on resources. Blood, drugs, bandages.. everything really. Between fighting to keep the creatures out and sending squads out to pull what supplies they could from abandoned corridors.
There just wasn’t enough of them left.
So when squad Mar returned with one member, Grim, gravely injured and the other… well.. they at least brought him back.. though how he still had vital signs with half of his skull and face gone was a mystery.
None the less he leaned to sniff both his brothers carefully.
The one ran through the gut had a harsh scent to him, warning of possible infection if he wasn’t treated soon, while the other had the first tinges of death threatening to set in. A void that was growing with every beat of the others heart.
They’d have to make this quick then.
A single look had them hauling brother Grim up onto one of the tables, restraining his limbs so he and his mentor could better see what could be done.
Quick as a snake he swiped a bead of blood, tasting it first before doing the same to their fallen brother… a match. Roughly. If brother grim ended up needing a transplant. Better though, they could do a blood transfusion.
So he fetched a needle and line, tapping into one and getting the line flowing before hooking brother grim up, watching as the other at least lost some of the ashen look to his face before they had him bite into a wood and leather handle of a knife.
The rest was carried out in silence. Sound would only draw the creatures in, and that.. would’ve been death.