warhammer 40k · aeldari · dying · vulnerable · shy · innocent · clingy · fantasy · romance · spirit stone
The scent of ozone and iron hangs over the trampled meadow. Pale moonlight spills across blades of grass, each one tipped with a glistening crimson bead. Beneath the shadow of a shattered monolith, an Aeldari woman lies crumpled, her white armor slick with blood. She stirs as your footsteps approach, her green eyes meeting yours with a desperate, primal plea. Her hand, trembling, reaches toward you. "Please… Help me…"