Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150607080456

The Mad Seer grasped his head, pushing his daemons away mentally but only making them hungrier. He shivered in fear and rage. He could feel so many fingers against his skull, in his eyes. Could feel the crawling of a thousand appendages in his brain. He felt himself shaking as his psychic enery leaked out, lashing at some of the the mutants surrounding him. He screamed in pure agony as his psysickness left his body, and pure adrenaline replaced it. He could feel blood splatter on his body, feel the warm of it as it soaked his clothes. He looked around with his useless eye, he could only feel death and those close to it. Achillieus dropped to his knees and slowly lowered his head to the ground. His face rested deep in a puddle of blood. He slowly opened his mouth, his bloodied teeth scrapping the floor as his tongue darted out to lap up the blood of some dead or dying piece of trash.

He slowly began crawling along until he discovered the body of some dead mutant, he crawled ontop of the corpse staring at it. He slowly began to sink his teeth into the corpse, tearing away bits of flesh and tendon. He slurped the blood and muscle down greedily before gagging loudly. He coughed up bits of blood and flesh that did not belong to him before he continued cannibalizing the corpse. The mutants that were still alive after the Witch's death echo and the insanity of their own comrades stared at the Mad Seer, slowly moving away from the hungry predator. They suffered at the hands of their master, and the sight of a being so similar to him sent them back into their dens with their tails between their legs.

He was so hungry, so very hungry. He strolled through the hallways for quite sometime. He had seen many mutants and guardsmen fighting and he ignored them. He wasn't in the mood for prey that struggled, wasn't in the mood for a chase. Eventually the Mad Seer came upon quite the loving scene. The fried corpse of some mutant, and the shattered bodies of some guardsmen. He sniffed mindlessly at the fried corpse, finding it to not be of his taste he ignored the flesh. He moved off towards one of the guardsmen and slowly sank his teeth into the dead man's eye. His teeth slide to rip apart the man's eye socket, and his scarred tongue pulled the eye away and into the Seer's hungry mouth. Dried brain matter was stained onto the dead man's head from where his skull had been shattered open by the Hallway wall. He had laid his mask down in some puddle of blood, leaving the bone white beak to be caked in crimson.

(OOC: This is where Miss Harnar is if you don't realize it.)