(Image by Games Workshop)
So, I realize that I haven’t posted in a while. Work, various social events and the occasional bout of I-don’t-wanna-write-right-now-ness have kind of been interfering with my ability or willingness to post any updates. That being said…here’s an update!
(Original art by Games Workshop, colourist unknown)
Zhirae, Succubus of the Cult of Spite, exalted in the feeling of the wind whipping through her red braids as her Raider screamed across the flatlands, followed closely by flocks of Venoms, Reavers and Ravagers and other skycraft. Her raiding host was in motion, a fleet of flinty grey dagger-shapes speeding above the surface of this world like loosed arrows homing in on the soft flesh of a target. The world itself was a flat, ugly black rock, with a landscape of dry canyons, plains of barren earth and rising outcroppings of sandstone and basalt. There seemed to be nothing alive here– nothing that she could hunt, nothing that she could kill. It was oddly peaceful and tranquil– which made Zhirae hate it all the more.