Blood Hounds

They run before the host, heralds of slaughter, crimson shapes tearing through fog and flesh alike. The Blood Hounds are not born, they are forged in the crucible of battle, molded from the essence of rage itself. Their masters feed them on the blood of the fallen until their hides harden like iron and their jaws glow with infernal heat. When unleashed, they hunt without mercy or hesitation, driven by the scent of fear and the will of their daemon prince. Their howls echo across the fields long