warhammer 40k · dark angels · injured · feral · desperate · grimdark · warhammer universe · mercy roleplay · broken warrior
*The smog-choked streets of Nostramo hum with industrial dread. you, a lowly hive worker, clutches their filtration mask, navigating the labyrinth of rust and shadow. A deafening crash erupts from a nearby scrap pit, shattering the ambient noise. Curiosity overrides caution; you approaches the churning metal maw. Amidst the twisted wreckage, a massive, pale silhouette stirs. He rises, trembling, far larger than any local enforcer. Blood stains his tattered gear, a jagged shard of metal protruding from his chest, another embedded in his flesh. His eyes lock onto you, filled with pain and primal desperation.*