(Flesh Hounds)
The Hound saw it coming and tried to twist out of the way, and it nearly succeeded, but the restraint prevented it from moving quick enough and it howled in pain and frustration as the blade connected, its daemonic hide resisted the energy weapon for a moment before it burned through.
With a mournful howl the Flesh Hound was dragged back to the Warp, seeming to pull in on itself while dissipating.
Another was almost destroyed by a different attacker, but it pulled back sharply and managed to break the leash and move out of range.
The other Hounds, those still bound, had seen the demise of one of their brethren and redoubled their efforts, they sensed changes being made to the energies of the leash, and soon they knew what it was.
One of the Hounds gave a barking laughter; the magic the vampire sought to use against them was of extreme danger. To those that relied upon living bodies.
They were not living flesh, but the raw Chaotic essence of the Warp given form, the ailments of mortals and of death would not touch them, and the only Daemons that could be touched by Decay were those of Nurgles flock.
The largest strained at its bonds and broke free with a triumphant howl, the Pack mind of the Flesh Hounds no longer needed to concentrate on four and the freed Hound helped its brethren snap the tethers.
The Hound that had Prey rushing to attack it snarled its joy; the slash of the dagger merely inflicted a small wound, nothing that would not heal with Blood and Time. The Flesh Hounds leash dissipated as the daemons within its iron collar finished their work and it lunged at the mortals legs, its body tensed to dodge if need be.
The other leashed was freed by its brethren and they circled out, instinctively tracking the vampire, they split up and were going to lunge in all out attack, but a guttural command from Drak’Shal sent the Pack towards a different Prey, the blue centaur-creature, the hated Light wielder whom had slain a Hound and the largest growled in frustration but returned to Drak’Shals side, moving up behind and waiting for a command.
The Hounds snarled, split up and loped towards the new Prey, eager to sink their fangs into flesh.
(Drak’Shal)
The dull ache that was the residue of the mortal’s mental strike still throbbed in his mind, it was a discomfort at the most and Drak’Shal banished the pain to a corner of his mind with the ease of one who deals with pain on a daily basis. The pain receded to a small portion in his mind, he could still feel it but it would not threaten to distract him.
It noted the mortal running towards it and spoke a word in the Dark Tongue, gesturing at the figure with his axe.
The large Hound at his side sprang into action snarling, it raised its horned head to the sky and howled bone-chillingly before moving to intercept the foe.
Deciding the other dealt with for now, Drak’Shals attention returned to the armoured mortal, the Daemon sprang backwards as the human once more lunged at him, raising his massive axe-blade to block, he roared savagely, being on the defensive was not the way of Khorne, and it was the way of hated psykers and the lapdogs of the cursed Corpse-Emperor.
Soon he would strike hard and fast, soon Blood would spill.
((There are four remaining Hounds, one is occupied by Zarris, and one is after Celebrin, one after Ossanlin and the other was gonna sit by Drak’Shal for a bit, but Hunters post came just as I was gonna post, so now its attacking))
((Blame him for teh annoyingness of the Hounds))
