Monday Musings of a Mantic #3: 1750pts Space Wolves

The blood of another coats my face in an oil slick film. Dropplets of the crimson ichor tickle my tongue with rage. Malice and wraith begin to course through my viens. Spewing out blasphemous words and litanies of hate. My corpse begin to contort and twist into impossible positions.  Enslaved for eternity to the only true God, I scream out his the various encarnations of its' name. Lord