The last of the big red puppies!

Flesh Hounds are surprisingly large (seriously, their model size is like your brother-in-law’s fish story), towering over many other creatures in the Warhammer universe like they just stepped off a bodybuilding stage.

Each one isn’t just bigger than a fully armored Space Marine; they could probably give a horse a run for its money in a race, leaving it eating their dust while they flex those powerful muscles!

With their fierce demeanor, they exude the raw, untamed essence of chaos, kind of like that wild uncle at family gatherings. sporting a flashy Collar of Khorne around their neck—it’s like the ultimate fashion statement for chaos aficionados, enhancing their savage instincts and making them Khorne’s most loyal (and rowdy) fans.

These relentless hunters aren’t just fearsome adversaries; they’re like the world’s most annoying door-to-door salesmen, bursting with the kind of chaotic enthusiasm that makes their quest for dinner seem like a slapstick comedy—imagine them in tiny capes with a catchy theme song, ready to wreak havoc at your front door!

Picture this: they knock, and instead of pitching you overpriced knives or vacuum cleaners, they’re trying to sell the latest craze in hunting tips, complete with wild hand gestures and ridiculously exaggerated tales of their “giant” catches.

With every overzealous rant, they puff out their chests as if showcasing some grand trophy, turning a peaceful evening into a chaotic stand-up routine, all while blissfully ignoring the confused faces of their bewildered prey.

All three of the Fleshhound together.

I have now been tempted to finish off the rest of the Daemons of Khorne so more to come.