Seekers are Daemonettes ascended to the hunt, riding serpentine Steeds of Slaanesh whose whip-long tongues taste fear on the wind. Nothing on two legs or four outlasts them: Seekers run their quarry not merely to ground but to despair, arriving at a gallop that never tires, heralded by strange perfume and silver laughter.
Since the Dark Prince vanished, the Seekers have become the restless edge of the faith. They ride vanguard for the Godseeker cavalcades, chasing rumours of the hidden prison across dune, tundra, and sky-bridge, and treating every lesser chase as rehearsal for the only hunt that matters. To ride with them is to pray at speed — and the prayer does not stop for the fallen.