It had not been like this when Grendel had first started to consume it. It had tasted much like many of the worlds that had gone before. A little dry perhaps, but nothing too different from what was to be expected.
Lately there had been a sort of... Spoiled? ...aftertaste to the prey it had consumed. Their base structure was somehow corrupted and unusable. To assimilate it seemed to lead to loss of Communion with the organisms that tried. Grendel had to spend precious resources on breaking nutrients down to base elements before they could safely be consumed.
When once more it came across prey that resisted, the prey reeked of the wrongness. Grendel awakened the barbed limbs that was lying dormant nearby and reached for the new precence. Whatever it was, it would have to be cleansed so that the world could be consumed and Grendel could return to the void.
|Six thousand points from Ørnulv's Hive Fleet Grendel arrive for a day (and a night?) of bloodshed|
this saturday, and I get to use (almost) all of my Word Bearers again.
The table is ready - but are we?