Blades of Khorne – Flesh Hounds

When a Flesh Hound has the scent of its prey, nowhere is safe. Known as the Inevitable Hunters, these rapacious daemons are dire blends of hunting dog and monstrous lizard. They prowl the wastes of the Skull Lands and lurk in the darkness of their cavernous lairs, waiting for the call to hunt. Those marked for the Flesh Hounds’ attention have infringed upon Khorne’s unremitting creed in some fashion, whether through cowardice or displays of mercy. Over fen, mountain and moor, the Flesh Hounds bound after their quarry, eager to sink their fangs into mortal flesh and tear their souls into aetheric scraps. It is said that those marked by the Flesh Hounds can eternally hear their baying in the back of their minds, growing more and more cacophonous as the daemons draw close. It is a phenomenon that has driven many to madness, a primal fear that reaches deep into the soul. Ritual and rite are little defence, owing to their blessed brass collars and claws that excel in shredding the flesh of wizards, and the daemons are utterly tireless. Even Bloodthisters can do little to control a Flesh Hound pack; they hunt as they will, consumed by Khorne’s raging vengeance.