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A roar brings death upon the winds, and even the greatest
of predators scatter. The monster leans back, standing on a
rock, slick and red, and howls in exaltation. Blood and saliva
mix in its maw and flow down over its torn fur, dripping upon
the shattered carcass of what used to be a man. These are the
Suthar Anzuth; these are the Blood Talons.
When Father Wolf hunted with the Firstborn, Fenris-
Ur was always the first to leap into battle and the last to
unlock his jaws from his prey’s throat. Some Blood
Talons claim that Fenris was
the oldest of the Firstborn,
and all claim
that he was — and is
— the strongest. He is
called the Destroyer
Wolf, the
Devourer
of Mountains.
It is
SUTHAR ANZUTH
said that he never bared his fangs to anything that he did
not wish to kill — for he never failed to kill anything he
attacked.
Matching warrior ethos with a religious kinship to
their ferocious totem, the Blood Talons are creatures as
much of the battlefield as of the hunt. Father Wolf, they
point out, was first and foremost a warrior — it was from
the progenitor of their race that the Uratha gained their
great strength and terrible claws. To the Blood Talon way
of thinking, the most serious problems must be solved
permanently, and the greatest tools they have to do so are
their fangs. The soft, privileged human world into which
they were born is a lie. One must fight and kill to survive
and flourish, and only a fool would not strive to be the
finest warrior he could be.
To be a Blood Talon isn’t the same thing as to be
Rahu. That auspice is a double-edged blessing from Luna,
a gift of savagery and violence tempered by purity. Being
a Blood Talon is not the same as simply being a brawler
or even a soldier in the modern sense. The former is an
unrestrained lout, reveling in violence. The latter
shows no initiative, following orders without
question and without thought for the motives
behind his actions. Neither is an image worthy
of Fenris Wolf or the legacy of Father Wolf.
What the Blood Talons strive to
achieve is perfection of the warrior ideal.
The warrior stands alone (or with his
pack). For every enemy he brings down,
he achieves a significant goal
on personal terms. The warrior
never gives in to the berserk lust
of Rage, nor does he hold back
if deadly force is necessary. He
knows no fear, not even of death,
and gladly gives his life if the goal
he fights for might be achieved
by allies who still stand. In all
things, the Blood Talon warrior
conducts himself according to the
rigid tenets of glory, which his
ancestors have extrapolated
from the commandment
handed down by Fenris
Wolf.
Some Blood
Talons live up
to a modified
version of