"We are not the wolves of Fenris but they are our kin, We are not the beasts of Cruorian but we share their ferocity, We are the fangs of the Imperium and this will forever be so,"- The 627th Warbeast Regiment Creed.

When the 627th Warbeasts Regiment of the Tempestus Scions were first created they were used to be an experimental unit of stormtroopers for the Inquisition.

They couldn't have asked for better troops...

Loyal to the emperor, Unflinching in the face of battle, and unyielding to any threat that comes before them.

Many of the few Inqusitiors that knew about these loyal guardsmen would seek out and recruit them for their services.

Who wouldn't want to have a warbeast bodyguard, even without their wargear the abhuman can rip through a group of traitor guardsmen with their claws and fangs.

As Resourceful and reliable they might be... they aren't unkillable.

Even with their specially designed armor and weapons, a bolter round from a traitor Astartes or the swift swing of a Xeno's blade can kill them like any other mortal human.

Especially during an event where 1,000 of these soldiers were guarding an artifact that was being transported in a ship through the warp. It is unknown how the Gellar field failed but the ship was raided by daemons slaughtering both humans and abhumans, only five of the abhumans and ten of the ship's crew 'survived'.

The rest were either killed or lost... yet these five upheld their mission and kept the artifact safe.

Like Cadians, these Warbeasts are few in number and are sought out just as much if not more due to their rarity.

But with every passing year, their numbers dwindle more and more.

More die faster before more can be created and trained.

In the 41st millennium, there is only war... and death.

The red flash of the emergency light caused the occupant within to stir awake.

Hissing at the sharp pain in his neck, the scion rubbed the back of his neck before looking at the machinery before him.

"Frak, did I pass out?" Looking out the single window before him in the small space, upon seeing the lunar body high in the air the imperial stormtrooper guessed he had landed on a planet.

But what kind of planet was he on?

Hell if he should know.

Looking at the small screen next to the left of the window, looking at the readings the occupant was surprised to see that the planet he was on had the reading that of a paradise world well except for one thing.

This world had a high amount of unknown energy present.

It didn't seem to be warp-related which could be a good or bad thing, but knowing his luck it was most likely a bad thing.

What else was strange was that the device couldn't pinpoint where he was in the galaxy, but before he could read into any more about where he was the green text on the black screen suddenly cut out.

"By the emperor's bones... why does every machine spirit hate me?" Dropping his head back on the seat he took a deep breath before looking out back at the moon. "Screw it,"

Reaching for the manual release he grabbed the lever at the top of the coffin-shaped hatch he pulled.

The explosive bolts fired the hatch off the Lucius pattern escape pod before the abhuman pulled the safety harness off his body before getting up.

Looking around at the landing site he was in some open field of... dead grass?

Confused at the sight of the brown shriveled up grass and extremely dry soil the scion began to question if the machine spirit was wrong about the state of this world.

Getting up he reached down for his backpack that was at his feet before snapping it on his backplate, unattached the power cables to the lasgun he checked for any damage in the cable connectors. Seeing none he stabbed the cables back into the bottom of the energy weapon the imperial whispered a prayer to the machine god while he did so.

"Let me remain worthy of these,"

Looking at his surroundings he looked down at the back at the escape pod one, before shaking himself out of it.

'Focus Frost... shelter first then you can think about that later,'

Getting down from the pod the Abhuman walked on the brittle soil that crunched with every step along with the dry grass.

(Gaze Town)

(Dead horse Tavern)

Night Blaze stood mopping up the spilled blood of yet another drunk fight that got out of hand, at least the town guard made it on time for once before it spiraled out of control. Looking around at the patrons who kept on drinking not caring if a stallion was murdered ten minutes ago, with a sigh the bat pony went back to work mopping up the blood.

'I just wish for one day nobody gets killed... at least in this town,'

Finishing up with the bloody mess he moved the table back over the spot it was thrown from and the chairs too, the very moment he stepped away that table got filled up with three more patrons that shot dirty glances at him for taking too long to clean up the mess.

Passing by the bar his boss spoke to him.

"Night can you take out the trash while you head to the back?"

The bat pony nodded before walking into the employee area and grabbing the wooden barrel full of food scraps and Faust knows what else. Pushing back against the door he moved forward struggling to keep ahold of the large barrel and the mop full of cleaner mixed with blood. Going to the water bank he poured the waste from both the bucket and barrel into the brown-colored water before noticing something floating in the water.

Taking a breath the silver-eyed hybrid re-entered the Tavern before placing back the mop bucket and waste barrel back in their respective places. Grabbing a jug of ale the bat pony entered the main area where one of the mares maids slapped the face of a handsy patron, flinching at the sound he placed the ale on the bar.

"Thank Blaze here can you take these to table three?" Placing two ale-filled mugs.

"No problem boss," Taking the mugs the bat pony didn't say anything about the body in the water.

Placing them on the table Blaze walked over to the bar before looking at the recruitment poster to the queens' army, every time he saw it the bat pony was thinking about joining if that meant leaving this cursed town.

Yet from what he heard about the war it didn't sound all that better than where he was now...

Snapping out of his thoughts he heard it.

The bell.

'Midnight... finally'

Taking a breath Night Blaze walked over to the employee area and took off his apron placing it on his hook.

Exiting the area he waved to his boss before leaving the Tavern and down the street, looking up at the freshly hanged body of the unicorn who stabbed the earth pony from before Night Blaze flipped the body off.

Avoiding alleyways the bat pony rubbed his hands together before blowing into them to keep warm.

Before turning his gaze forward down the road to the town's entrance...

That was where he saw it.

'Oh no,'

(Two hours later)

Frost couldn't help but smile at his luck...

A road!

If there was a road then that would mean there were intelligent lifeforms were on this world!

Sure he should celebrate just yet since they could be Xenos but then again they could be humans.

Though human or not... the design of the cobblestone road, which told him this wasn't a very advanced world he was on...

Probably a Feudal type world.

Or possibly a world that has advanced tech but it's not as widespread.

He was really hoping for that second one, that might be his only shot at getting off this rock.

Inquisitor Alexis if Frost didn't make it his top priority to re-establish contact with her.

Walking up the low hill the abhuman finally looked down to see a town of some kind, Frost walked down the road to this village the Scion spotted an old-looking worn road sign.

The old sign looked like something was written in low gothic but it was legible from the countless years' worth of weathering, much like of the tech in the imperium the sign has seen better days. Going down the stone road up to the town hoping for information but he soon spotted something on the outside entrance to the town.

It looked like a post of some kind, with something on top of it.

Didn't take long for Frost to realize what it was.

A head on a pike.

Dead silver eyes looked forward at nothing but oblivion, clearly, this creature wasn't human from the strange bat and equine features but it gave Frost a sense of dread.

From what he could tell this decapitated head wasn't surrounded by other heads or freshly skinned skulls, nor was there any marking of the blood god anywhere to be seen.

Thank goodness it wasn't a blood cult or anything, well, for Frost anyway.

Just a single head as if it was a warning... or an example.

Looking down the entrance to the town Frost noticed some bodies on the street.

The Scion then turned to leave not wanting to do with this town when he heard a scream.

It sounded like a female along with male voices shouting at one another, Frost's keen hearing could pick up the voices as if he was right next to them.

"The bitch bit me!"

"Luthor give me the rope,"

"Please don't do this! That's my daughter!"

"Then you should have kept her on a tighter leash old man! Now we'll have to do it for you!"

"No please!"

"PAPA!"

"Pull her up already!"

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"

"Hurry up and kick the damn stool!"

*Snap*

Turning his head back to the village Frost heard the faint snap of the young female's neck being snapped, looking back at the road ahead of him the Scion kept moving down the path down to the left of the town.

He didn't have time to make enemies in this world, the best thing for him to do was not enter that town whatever the case was going on in there.

It didn't matter...

He needed to get as far away from whatever was happening here and find a way to contact the inquisitor or at the very least the Imperium.

Like the inquisitor once said: 'Don't get in the middle of unnecessary affairs its only a waste of time'

Moving down the stone street he came to a crossroads to see a four-way sign with one to on the right was missing, looking at it he could actually read this one unlike the sign from before.

'Razor Valley or Ponyville?'

Looking to his left to 'Razor Valley' before looking down the road in front of him to 'Ponyville' he thought for a moment before turning to his left to this 'Razor Valley'.

'When in doubt go left... that's how the old saying goes right?'

Moving down away from the town with the moon of this world looming above his head while his helm's green lenses allowed him to see where he was going without the need of his flashlight.

Probably for the best to keep a low profile and not draw too much attention to himself.

He just needed to find a vox and get off this mudball.

This place was giving Frost the uncomfortable feeling... more than his time on Necromunda way back when.

Those Van Saar guys were actually pretty chill for a bunch of tech-heads, they did have pretty cool armor.

Wish he got one of those fancy undersuits that would have been nice or at the very least one of those spider servo skulls... that would be cool to have one of those that one that KT-3260 had.

'I wonder how Klee is doing,'

Author's Note

The man finally after what?

Nearly a year(-ish) Frost is back and what's this?

Actual lore and-!

No big already existing furry characters!

Say what!!!

To be honest, though it was time I got serious with the character since you know I commissioned this:

Alex did a great job and I'm glad to see Frost in a solid form of some kind! Sure not was I expecting but this is my first comm of an OC of mine! Hopefully, you guys understand why a Panzar-officer is a cover.

I based Frost's armor off of Deadzone, Jin-Roh, Resident evil, and 40k of course.

Hopefully, in the future, I do another commission with Frost all armored up (though his tail should have been armored but that's alright!

Till then.

(3/25/2022: Anyone for Editing?)