Saw the flies.
He did not know which way to go, and his pain was now so great that he simply sat and watched the flies, Darting. Hovering. Beautiful. Free. They crawled all over him. Ticlked his eyes and his nose. Crawled inside his broken skin. And that was when, in the dimming light of dying eyes, he saw the shadow of the great, horned bulk before him, and heard the voice of Father Nurgle for the first time.
He returned, at long last. The piercing wail of his steed's wings drove them out from under their roofs in amazement and dismay. They looked up in wonder at him, pale faces upturned, and the gifts of Father Nurgle he sprinkled on them, from out of the folds of his cloak, and the foul breeze carried death directly into their astonished eyes.
Buboe Sourwing, Champion of Nurgle
Mutations: Bestial Face (Fly), Cloud of Flies, Fast, Wings, Silly Voice, Puny
Gifts: Mark of Nurgle, Demonic Steed, Nurgle's Rot
I found this very elderly Citadel Beastman on ebay and spent a pretty penny on him, though I was pleased to have him, even at the hefty price. When he came in the mail, I was a bit dismayed at his diminutive size, and wasn't sure how I could fit him into my Chaos horde. Ultimately the Ral Partha Plague Fly came to my aid. The fly is missing a foot, and I'm going to have to take his antennae off, since flies, as it turns out, don't have them. I was able to make a saddle blanket out of green stuff to to try to hide the awkward Beastman's base. I think the conversion looks nice, and Buboe will make a fun chaos Champion or leader of a Nurgle Warband. I just hope I don't screw up the paint job and have to start over.