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Ok, I have NEVER written a bit of fluff before, so I decided to right a short story of the Tyranids going into combat for my new Nid army . Here it goes.
The spores rained down from the sky, the lone lictor looked up. Lightning hitting the ground with the force of a 100 carnifex's. The lightning shone the entire area up, he saw his prey. Like a second mind possesing his body, the hive mind filled him with unspeakable anger and lust to kill this person. The lictor sprang from the bushes, they didnt even get a chance to turn around, it was a clean death.
thousands of miles away, a Hive Tyrant was preparing to siege the last fortification of this planet. The hive mind was drooling with anticipation, the Tyrant looked to his right, thousands upon thousands of gaunts packed together, to his left the hulking form of a trio of Malwocs loomed over rows of carnifex's. The hive mind was determined of what needed to be done. With a bellowing roar the Tyrant seemed to become one with the mind, as the entire horde moved as one, felt as one, killed as one. The bullets form the defenders of Fort Granoth hit hard, the gaunts sustained heavy losses, the mind was unconcerned, after all they were only gaunts. The carnifex's hit the wall hard, crashing through the solid stone walls, death was everywhere gaunts were fighting shoulder to shoulder to get to the prey first. The trio of Malwocs appeared not 200m ahead, ripping the defenders by surprise. Death was everywhere, the mind was pleased. It was pleased. Suddenly descending from the sky as graceful as the rain itself, space marines appeared, chainswords buzzing hacking their way through the gaunts. The mind was upset, it must feed, it needs more food. Controlled by an incurable hunger the Tyrant let out a roar that rivaled the lightning itself, it ran forward hacking its way through the marines like they were rag dolls. The real battle was just starting.
Drop pods flew with the mysetic spores, raining down death below. The Tyrant had lost an arm in the gruesome confrontation with terminators. It was only an arm, the Hive mind compelled the beast to continue, it must feed the hunger was compelling the beast to kill. The carnifex's fought deadly battles with dreadnaughts, space marines fought hand combat with their tyranid equals, gaunts were shoulder to shoulder, death was everywhere. The Tyrant had lost all of his guards, he was alone now, but then, he was never alone the mind was always with him, the hunger and need to kill never satisfying. Ahead he saw his target, the captain foolishly leading this force, if he falls victory will be ours. With a third roar the Tyrant ran forward, a living battering ram of destruction, shrugging off bolt gun fire. To the captains left was a librarian, he turned around to see the massive beast running towards them, his eyes closed and a beam of pure energy came forth. Everything went bright, a trio of zornthropes appeared from seemingly thin air let off their energy, the two beams collided not 50metres in front of the Tyrant, the shockwave crushed all the walls in the building, half of the Tyrants face was hanging off, with a roar he ripped the bits off, it was only his face, so long as he satisfied the hunger he would be fine. He ran forward getting closer and closer to his prey, A plasma round hit him in the right foot, blowing it clean off, a roar of pain erupted from its renaming piece of its face, it stumbled crawling to the captain, the captain was pinned by some rocks that fell on his legs, the tyrant was getting closer and closer the captain pushing the rocks off with all his might, couldn't get out in time. With the rise of the tyrant scything talons they fell, like they have done a thousand times on a thousand different battle fields. The battle was over, the Tyranids own this planet, the Mind left the tyrant as it closed its massive eyes like it has many times before, to be created again in a new body. The tyranids are advancing into the Imperium. This is Hive Fleet Macabre, it is death.
Yeh, sorry about the spelling mistakes and punctuation It is my first attempt at writing a short story about the nids, I wanted to try and capture the hive mind as best I could, any advice would be good, thanks.
This made me laugh, rep+half of the Tyrants face was hanging off
Ha thanks, yeh I was trying to capture the Hive mind dominating the will of the creature, pushing it to continue. I was also confused why there were no tyranid fluff, to I thought I may as well start with tyranids since they are my only army. What about the content any good?
Come on guys! I want to write another one, but I am scared too, encase the story I just wrote before was really bad, how can I improve? did it flow well? etc, thanks
That was fun to read. I think I like the way you have the Hive Mind being always there and hungry. The description of the weather was good, it's helped to set the feel of the story as did the damage on the Hive Tyrant.
You could try to give more of an idea of the landscape and setting. When you said the fortification I didn't know it had big stone walls instead of trenches or gunpits until your Carnifexes broke the walls down. The description need not be too complex but just things like if there is grass, is it out in the countryside or in the middle of a ruined city. The colour of the Marines armour will help as much or more than a chapter name.
You focused on the Hive Tyrant and it is really a story about him. Because he's the lead a quick description of what he's got will help. A gun, bonesword or whatever. I didn't know he had scything talons till the end of the story, in my head he had a lashwhip and bonesword.
Hope that helps you to write another.
I was always partial to tales about Hormagaunt 5,446,189,789. HUNGRYHUNGRYHUNGRY.
Keep writing. Its a good skill to flex and grow!
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Ha ok, ill write another one soon then I just got myself a brood lord and ill be busy painting him, I may write the next one about him
I liked the story. It was impersonal so that the main char of it was the hive mind really. Fluff writing is a skill one must practice often. Keep at it, cant wait to read more of your work.
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