@supertinyking
They find the entire place eerily quiet, the once lush planet now stripped of all life with blood seeker left prize-less due to the smoke that enveloped the entire place, making leaving quite a dangerous task despite the clones' earlier success. The newly arrived force finds the only sound to be the wind blowing through the hollow mountains like the entire planet was screaming in it's death throws, the psionically gifted amongst them under a constant assault as it felt like a swarm of ants was hollowing out their mind for their own, scratching, biting, and screaming at their minds all before the most psychically gifted amongst them felt the gaze of something... unnatural upon him, his mind screaming and melting as he/she devolves into a shivering, gibbering wreck of a person that can do nothing more than plea for the forces to leave or kill him.
@Wraithblade6
Blood seeker found no dying, merely the dead or the fighting. the wounded were either cannibalized to be repurposed into a larger, more fit brood in the future, his days of constant fighting leaving him battered and weary, his blades having difficulty on the thick carapace and hide of the hormogaunts which were bred for battle, bathed in it... molded by it into the perfect killing machines they could be while he was merely gifted his nature in return for a pittance that was his existence. After days of solid battle, the tyranids finally pulled back, leaving him out in the open with the clones, fresh lambs to the slaughter, landing in force nearby, his frenzy driving him to seek them out has he could feel a scratching at the back of his mind that felt... familiar, yet different. Perhaps the other twin was guiding his hand in this battle? Had the twins been guiding his hand seperately? questions such as these didn't matter to such a zealotous warrior and seeker of suffering, all that mattered now was the next kill, and the clones would be much nicer targets than these hard-skinned beasts.
They find the entire place eerily quiet, the once lush planet now stripped of all life with blood seeker left prize-less due to the smoke that enveloped the entire place, making leaving quite a dangerous task despite the clones' earlier success. The newly arrived force finds the only sound to be the wind blowing through the hollow mountains like the entire planet was screaming in it's death throws, the psionically gifted amongst them under a constant assault as it felt like a swarm of ants was hollowing out their mind for their own, scratching, biting, and screaming at their minds all before the most psychically gifted amongst them felt the gaze of something... unnatural upon him, his mind screaming and melting as he/she devolves into a shivering, gibbering wreck of a person that can do nothing more than plea for the forces to leave or kill him.
@Wraithblade6
Blood seeker found no dying, merely the dead or the fighting. the wounded were either cannibalized to be repurposed into a larger, more fit brood in the future, his days of constant fighting leaving him battered and weary, his blades having difficulty on the thick carapace and hide of the hormogaunts which were bred for battle, bathed in it... molded by it into the perfect killing machines they could be while he was merely gifted his nature in return for a pittance that was his existence. After days of solid battle, the tyranids finally pulled back, leaving him out in the open with the clones, fresh lambs to the slaughter, landing in force nearby, his frenzy driving him to seek them out has he could feel a scratching at the back of his mind that felt... familiar, yet different. Perhaps the other twin was guiding his hand in this battle? Had the twins been guiding his hand seperately? questions such as these didn't matter to such a zealotous warrior and seeker of suffering, all that mattered now was the next kill, and the clones would be much nicer targets than these hard-skinned beasts.