Ulfar - History: What is there to say about a member of the Adeptus Astartes' Vlka Fenryka, the scions of Fenris and sons of the primarch Leman Russ?They are the noble savage personified, feral warriors hailing from among the highest echelon of a Death World where culture and pride blend together into an unidentifiable slurry that goes down as a treat with the Canis Helix that initiates the transformation of a young, mortal Fenrisian into an immortal Space Marine. Then they ascend into the stars where they hunt down the enemies of Mankind.With bolter and blade, they carve through their prey with the ferocity of a feral animal and work towards the Allfather's dream of a secure and unite Humanity. Each foe slain, each campaign waged, and each victory claimed is another deed to add to the ever-growing saga of the Space Wolves Chapter and each battle-brother who propels them into glory.And Ulfar, young and brash, remembers each verse from every saga attributed to his brothers. He sings of his brothers' deeds, of the Chapter's storied history and his own growing tale with the staccato of bolters and symphony of heavy ceramite boots beating against the floor. All while fertilising the soil of whatever world he has sailed out into amid the Sea of Stars with the corpses of his enemies.But his songs have gone silent and his demeanour, once wolfish, has darkened under the inauspicious quiet. The battle-brothers of his pack (squad) have vanished from the Koronus Expanse, those he had hunted with, during their pursuit of the wretched raiders who had skulked about the Expanse's shadowed reaches. He knows not whether they have gone to the Allfather's Hall or lie between the stars, under siege or held hostage by unfeeling creatures of the dark.So long as Ulfar yet breathes, he will not stop until their fate is confirmed -- whether he sings their dirge atop the crushed bones of those who slew them or has them join in lauding their lengthened sagas is yet to be determined. What is known, however, is that a great storm has come to sweep through the Koronus Expanse. And only time will tell what shall transpire under its heavy snows.When pitted against the worst of Mankind's foes, even the Emperor's angels of death with their transhuman might and indelible power armour might find themselves hard-pressed to attain victory. But they fight on regardless, heedless of the odds bearing down upon them. And at times, their unwavering determination manages to shatter the spines of whoever stands against them.Other times, their refusal to kowtow to their enemies lands them where Ulfar recently found himself -- held within the slave holds of one of Commorragh's Haemonculi. But only those who have resigned themselves to failure will never find a way to break their bonds.With the arrival in the Dark City of the Webway of a true scion of the Imperium, the Rogue Trader of House von Valancius, the fortunes of this caged Lone Wolf finally seem to be turning around. Together, they may just be able to bring the fight to the sadistic Drukhari and break out of their shared confinement. Although it won't be so easy, not if their wretched gaolers have anything to say about it. Yet only time will tell if this relationship, this alliance, is one of convenience or something more.There are no words that can provide an apt image of what it is like to behold a member of the Emperor's angels of death engage another in whatever particular flavour of death their Chapter delighted in. Whereas the Astra Militarum treats fighting as only a soldier could, a bloody gravitas that pulls others into the muck, and the Sisters of Battle march to war as a procession of the faithful to worship, the Adeptus Astartes have long since turned murder into an art form. Each Chapter finds new and brutal ways to fill the horrors of warfare with a macabre beauty.For the Space Wolves, this often means falling victim to the Curse of the Wulfen, in which the savage, bestial anger of their genetic inheritance from the Wolf King is released without quarter upon the foes of the Emperor and His people.