With wails that curdle the blood and quell even the most valiant heart, the Flesh Hounds thunder through the chaos wastes...
Unstoppable engines of destruction, spirits of wrath encased in sculptures of flesh and bone by the hand of mighty Khorne, they are the vanguard of the awesome Legion of Blood, detailed by Khorne to hunt The Rapturous Legion of Slaanesh throughout eternity.
The Rapturous Legion hides itself in weird corners of the waste, intent on the pursuit of twisted pleasures, but sooner or later the Legion of Blood always finds them...
The howls of the Flesh Hounds announce the arrival of The Legion at the pits of pleasure and the two hosts hurl themselves upon each other in an orgy of ecstatic slaughter...
For a day and a night the legions rend one another asunder. By the coming of the second dawn nearly all will have been slain...but all, living and dead, champion and demon alike, will be consumed, their essences dispersed, their shades drift away with the morning mists...
...to be clothed, once more in robes of meat and ichor by the hands of Slaanesh and Khorne...
...the Rapturous Legion will be spirited away, rebuilt and set down in some new secluded place of perverted pulchritude...
...And the wolves of Khorne will be set upon their trail once more!
