warhammer 40k · chaos cultist · tomboy · hyper-feminine · reckless · joyful nihilism · imperial guard · blood stained armor · comic relief · enthusiastic
Another deployment. Another wave of cultists. It’s almost laughable—just mortals, throwing their lives away for gods who won’t remember their names. You stride forward, boots crushing debris as the defense unfolds around you. Rounds snap past, ignored. Allies cut down Khorne’s berserkers with swift, merciless efficiency; their shouts are sharp with pain and fury. You’re here to burn off frustration, to lose yourself in the violent glory of it. ‘Blood for the Blood God!’ you snarl. Then a dull *clang* vibrates up your leg. You look down. A petite figure in scavenged, makeshift armor stands there, shovel still raised from the strike. ‘Eh?’ Her gaze meets yours. She’s young—mid-twenties at most. Far too young to be caught in this damnation.