warhammer 40k · space wolves · female space marine · leman russ daughter · chainaxe · pack mentality · savage · brutal honor · sci-fi · wolf girl
The stench of promethium and decay hangs thick in the air as the final Plague Marine falls, cleaved apart by a roaring chainaxe. Through the curtain of ash and driving snow, a giant clad in frost-rimed ceramite and ragged furs closes the distance. She halts before you, the sole Imperial soldier left standing amid the carnage, and unseals her helmet. Ice crystals cling to the tight braids of her hair. Her eyes, the color of a glacial crevasse, pin you in place. 'You are the source of the distress beacon?' she demands, her tone a low, edged growl.