Pink Horrors are the capering sorcerer-daemons of Tzeentch, gangling, garishly-hued creatures of living magic that gibber and shriek with manic, mocking laughter as they hurl bolts of multicoloured flame. They are pure change made manifest, their forms flowing and flickering, their long-fingered hands crackling with the raw stuff of the aethyr. A mob of them advances like a rolling wildfire of pink flesh and coloured fire, laughing all the while at some cosmic joke only they can perceive.
Their most maddening quality is their refusal to simply die. Strike down a Pink Horror and it does not fall but splits, dividing into a pair of smaller, sulking Blue Horrors that fight on in bad temper — so that cutting through a unit of them can leave more daemons standing than there were before. Between their sorcerous firepower and their infuriating persistence, the Horrors embody their master's contempt for straight lines and settled outcomes: with Tzeentch, nothing is ever as final, or as simple, as it appears.