Well then, after so many people have been begging for this type of story, and me telling them I'm working on the exact one they are wanting… Here it is, the Chapters I have finished for this story. Now, this current story is actually one I'm still writing (unlike many others, and a certain one I'm posting because people want more of). So, the Chapters will probably halt for a few, but they'll start up again…. Enjoy, my faithful readers, don't forget to leave a Review either :3

Chapter One

"Come on, Mon Howl! We're almost there!" A cyan figure, with rainbow hair, yelled out… Pulling the image forward, as they entered an open field.

It was nighttime, the moonlight letting out a beautiful shine within the midnight sky. 'Moon Howl' felt rejuvenated, as the cyan figure laid against his shoulder… He could feel the grass beneath his body, meaning they had laid down under the moon. The scene actually made him feel relaxed, he enjoyed it more than anything for some reason, which he couldn't explain.

The cyan figure spoke up again, letting out a content sigh. "I hope this will never end." 'Moon Howl suddenly felt something peck against his cheek. "I'm happy you came into my life, Moon Howl… I wish to show you; just how much I appreciate this."

Just as he was about to look, a rough voice suddenly howled. "Get down!" Moon Howl's eyes shot open, snapping him back into reality.

-Hive World, under siege by the Thousand Sons-

Ayden, a Grey Hunter within the Vlka Fenryka, slammed into the trench. His Maximus helmet just picking up the blast of warp energy, hitting the exact spot he was at a few moments ago. The Space Wolf noticed his bolter was out of ammo, he didn't care for it because he preferred the blade master's approach. "Good, you aren't dead, pup!" A rough voice said, making Ayden look to see another Space Wolf, sending a couple of bolter rounds over the trench, before he ducked back down.

Ayden tossed the bolter to his side, glancing over the trench, to see a Thousand Sons Sorcerer sending spells towards their position. "We have to take out that Sorcerer, he's actually causing us more problems than we need." He said, his eyes glaring at the traitor.

"Easier said, than done, brother." The Space Wolf said, sending a couple more rounds over the trench. "We'll be lucky to-?"

"Down!" Ayden yelled, noticing the Sorcerer sending a massive spell towards them! The moment it hit, Ayden was forced to rip his helmet off, damaged in the attack. The other Space Wolf, however, didn't fare so well.

Ayden knelt next to his fallen brother, whose armor had been blown open by the spell. He grabbed the crimson crystal around his neck, muttering a prayer to the All-Father, to protect his soul on his journey… Ayden was now a Lone Wolf.

Anger swelled up within him, since arriving to this besieged world, his pack had dwindled from a strong eight-man pack… To just him. Ayden, in a fit of rage, suddenly leapt over the trench and charged the Sorcerer. "For Russ, and the All-Father!" He howled, cutting down Tzeentch Cultists and Thousand Sons Rubricae, as he went. "I'll send you all to Helheim, myself!"

The Thousand Sons Sorcerer, holding his Daemon Force Sword, watched the Lone Wolf charge. "My… He's a stronger one." He cackled, holding his sword ready. "A good test for my own swordsmanship." He held the blade up, before charging towards Ayden, after his last Rubricae fallen. "Come, Dog of the False Emperor! Show me the extent of your foolish wrath!"

When the two clashed, the power within their weapons sparked! Each parry, each strike, made it seem like the two were titans on the battlefield.

Though, the sparks weren't the only things their strikes were causing. When Ayden clashed with the Sorcerer, images of the cyan figure flashed in front of him. These images, while giving him a warm feeling within his heart, were actually distracting him from said battle at hand.

The Sorcerer, noticing the Space Wolf was more a sword more of a swordsman than him, started to charge a spell. When he was about to cast it, he made a fatal mistake of dropping his guard… This allowed Ayden's blade to stab through his torso, revealing a bloody blade on protruding from his back. "N-No…" The Sorcerer muttered, his hand dropping.

Without the Sorcerer's control over it, his spell became unstable and out of control. Ayden didn't care, nor did he notice the chaotic warp energy growing. Right now, he just glared into the Sorcerer's helmet. "You Traitors took my pack from me, so I'll slay every last one of you, in return!" He growled.

The Sorcerer, unable to control his spell, began to laugh. "F-Foolish… Dog. Y-You won't slay… Another of my Legion." He said, the spell suddenly exploding in a blast of both warp and psykic energy! Engulfing the two within its light.

Ayden got one last look at the rainbow haired figure, which has been plaguing his vision. He finally saw her face, the magenta colored eyes that made him feel relaxed. That confident smirk, which made him want to take on any challenge. Her slim, athletic, figure that allowed him to believe she was above even the best of the best. Her cyan colored skin, which reminded him of the frozen lands of Asaheim. And her… Feathered wings!?

Within seconds, the cyan figure slowly turned into an equine creature, with wings! Ayden was speechless, as to what he just saw, unable to comprehend anything. Was this truly the person in his vision?
Then, the light disappeared, leaving only a smoking crater where the two once stood. All that was left of their existence, were the slain bodies on both sides, and a muddy bolter within some worn trench.

-Within an Abyss-

Ayden looked around, still wearing his armor and wielding his power sword. "Where in the name of Russ am I?" He said, noticing nothing but mist and darkness. "And where is that blasted Traitor?"
"In the Basilica of Torment, for his failure." A powerful voice, and authoritive, voice boomed. "The Ruinous Powers don't take kindly to failure, it seems."

Ayden looked around, his sword ready. "And you? Are you one of the Dark Ones!?" He asked, trying to find the source of said voice. "If so, don't waste your time! I'm a proud Son of Russ, a Vlka Fenryka! Loyal only to my Chapter the Wolf King, and the All-Father!"

The voice laughed at Ayden's confidence. "I know, and rest assured… I am not one of the Ruinous Powers, quite the opposite, actually." It said, before a flash of golden light blinded the Space Wolf.

When the light dimmed down, Ayden as now standing within the marble halls of some building, during the Imperium's prime. The walls draped with crimson clothes, golden trimmings as their boarders. Ayden turned his gaze down the hall, at a throne not too far from him; and was given a surprise he wasn't expecting. "B-Blood of Russ…" He muttered, kneeling down, sword at his side.

Sitting upon the throne, in his expertly crafted golden armor, and a golden aura surrounding him, was the Emperor of Mankind. He smiled at how the Space Wolf reacted to his, now known, presence and waved a hand up. "Rise, Son of Russ. There is no need for such formalities here." The Emperor said, placing his hand back down. "We just speak, and I wish this to be a conversation of equals."

Ayden, not one to deny the All-Father's wishes, took his blade and stod up. "This alone, All-Father, is an honor every Vlka Fenryka seeks… But I must ask, why grant me such great honor, that is your presence?" He asked, the Emperor keeping his smile. "I am just a lowly Grey-… I mean, Lone Wolf that had no great saga to tell."

"Ah, this is where you are wrong… Ayden Wolfhowl." With a wave of his hand, images of the cyan figure started to appear around them, even the equine form. "It seems you had a link with someone within another dimension… Another universe, since you became a Space Wolf." The Emperor tapped his chin, thinking of a way to explain it better. "She is your Wyrd, of sorts. An, with what just happened, it makes perusing your wyrd all the easier."

Ayden, listening to the Emperor, eyed the images in front of him. To be perfectly honest, the Space Wolf had no idea how to truly respond to what he was being told. "All-Father, how is she my wyrd, and what am I to do? Let alone, why me?" He asked, looking back at the benevolent being.

"I do not know, Ayden. Those things tend to happen for unknown reasons, until we find out on our own." The Emperor responded, walking up to the Space Wolf, and placed a hand on to his armored shoulder. "Though, you were chosen for a reason, and that is enough for me to have faith in you."

Ayden looked up at him, his words having a power over the Space Wolf, and nodded. "Then, with the Great Wolf and you, as my witnesses, I shall not fail… I will fulfill this wyrd." He said, the Emperor nodding.

"Good…" The Emperor walked back to his throne, and sat down. "You will keep your armor, and combat ability; but it will be adjusted to your new form. I also have the power to give the needed information about the world you're going to. So, you won't be confused all the time."

Ayden gave a nod. "Understood, All-Father. One question, though." The Emperor raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. "What kind of form will I be taking?"

The Emperor actually gave a nervous look. "Weeeeell…" He drew out the word, thinking of a way to explain it. "The specific Kingdom you're going to is equine ruled… Primarily of three equines races, ruled by a race that holds all three within their form." He explained, holding out his right hand. "Giving your attributes, your body will be turned into the more airborne based race…However, giving what you are, I'll be able to transform you into a rarer breed of them, to help give you an edge."

Ayden's eyes began to twitch. "So… I'm going to be a horse?" He asked, the Emperor gave a nod to his question. "Well… I guess there are worse fates… When do I begin?"

"Now." The Emperor said, Ayden disappearing in a flash of golden light. "It is done, I still wonder why you decided on him, though. I don't like it when someone plays with my Astartes, without my approval."

An orb of matching gold light appeared next to the Emperor, a motherly voice speaking from within it. "His sense of honor, and loyalty, is different from all others. Not to mention, there is something within his heart that not even I could explain."

The Emperor gave a sigh, looking where Ayden once stood. "He was more accepting of the thought; I highly doubt any other Astartes would have accepted this fate… I just hope you know what you're doing."

The orb giggled. "I'm not just playing matchmaker, here… There is a reason behind everything I do." The voice retorted.

"Celestia… I worry about you sometimes." The Emperor rubbed his face, rolling both eyes.

-Everfree Forest, Nighttime-

At the bank of some lake, within Everfree Forest, a flash of golden light appeared! It formed the outline of an Astartes, at first, but slowly shifted into a tall, armored, stallion. When the flash ended, Ayden stood in his new form, looking around. The armor clanked within each movement, even as he made his way over so he lake, so he could see his reflection.

Everything seemed the same, his armor, fenrisian wolf pelt as a cloak, sword at his side, his wolf tooth necklace, and even his carved runes. The only difference, was the fact he was a large, muscular, armored pony. The end of his helmet was even opened, to the point it revealed his black snout and storm gray muzzle. "Hm… Can't say I look bad, might be hard getting used to, though." He thought, eyeing each feature. Though, his inspection was soon cut short, by the sounds of three children screaming and catching his attention. "The duty of a Vlka Fenryka is never done!" He growled, galloping off towards the screams. Each hoof stomp sounding like the thunder of some storm.

-Not Far Off-

I told you this was a bad idea, Applebloom!" A snow white unicorn filly said, her frightened eyes locked on the feral bear in front of them.

"How was ah supposed ta know this big fella would come out and chase us off the trial ta Zecora's!" 'Applebloom, a yellow earth pony filly with red hair.

It was the orange pegasus filly's turn to speak up. "I really wish we told some of the adults, so they could come with us, now!" She screamed.

When the bear got closer, the Cutie Mark Crusaders screamed. "Somepony, help!"

A large shadow zoomed over their heads, as a heavily armored stallion slammed square into the bear's chest! "Pick on somepony your own size, Smokey!" The stallion growled, sending the bear flying into a nearby tree, while he took an aggressive stance between said bear and three fillies.

The bear slowly stood up, before glaring at the stallion that prevented his dinner. It let out a ferocious roar, slamming its paws on the ground, trying to intimidate the stallion.

"Want to fight, do you?" The stallion asked, suddenly drawing his sword. "Come on then. Let's see who rips the other apart first!" He growled, the unblinking red eyes of his helmet staring at the bear, like they were peering into its soul…

The bear's eyes grew wide, never has it gone up against a pony that wasn't afraid of it. What made things worse, was that this pony actually wanted the two of them to go so far, that they'll tear each other apart! And those helmeted eyes sent a chill down its spine… No way this dinner was worth fighting that thing over, so the bear turned tail and ran.

The stallion just watched the bear run away, raising from his stance. "Tch… Coward." He muttered, placing the blade back into its sheath. "Here I thought I'd have a challenge.

"So cool!" Three voices squealed, making the stallion turn to see three fillies, that he just rescued, rush up to him. "How did you do that!" They kept repeating.

The stallion raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. "What? That? Simple stare down and battle of will…" He answered, turning to face the three fillies. "Which the bear lost."

The fact he turned, and that they were so close, the fillies were able to get a better look at him. "He's bigger than mah brother." Applebloom commented, noticing the stallion was taller than Ponyville's Clydesdale.

"And he's so strong!" Sweetie Bell commented, noticing the lean bulk on the stallion, despite his armor, and remembering how he sent the bear flying.

"And he has both armor and a sword!" Scootaloo said, eyeing the stallion's equipment. By the stance he held before, the three knew that this stallion was an experienced fighter.

"You…" Sweetie Bell started.

"Are…" Applebloom added.

"A…" Scootaloo followed, the jaws of each filly going wide.

Before he could ask what they were talking about, all three of them blurted out, jumping into the air. "Charger!"

"Huh?" He said, raising an eyebrow at the fillies, confused by what they just said.

"Oh my Celestia! We're probably the three luckiest fillies in all of Equestria!" Scootaloo said, looking at her friends. "Maybe the whole world!"

"Ah know! No pony has seen one since that war with the Gryphons! Even then, they were rare!" Applebloom added.

"Ooooh, he's also unbelievable then my big sister's romance novels make them out to be." Sweetie Belle said, actually gawking at the stallion. "What's your name, Mister!"

"Ay-…" The stallion stopped himself, thinking it would be a bad idea to use his real name. He only pondered for a second, remembering what the cyan pegasus called him, and nodded. "My name is Moon Howl."