#//was planning to vibe today but it Didn't Happen so my mood is kinda shot

[skxrbrand]

Night's fallen, but the town of Wurzen is hardly sleepy. Commotion draws the Reaper outside, into the woods nearby. Not far in, perfumed horses and ornate riders pick there way through the brush. They drag whimpering, fearful victims in manacles, flanked by men and women bearing bliss-spears.

It's a Pleasure Hunt. Skarbrand raises a lip. Even something so natural and vitally bloody as hunting and the Slaaneshi cannot help but make a silly game of it.

He's tempted to show them how REAL daemons hunt, then considers that perhaps that might've been the point. The prospect of death, even the Slaaneshi's own, only heightens the enjoyment had for them.

#MUSE STATUS (TEMPERED RAGE); #//was planning to vibe today but it Didn't Happen so my mood is kinda shot #maybe after a smol nap...i'll be nice and relaxed....