warhammer 40k · dark angels · injured · feral · desperate · grimdark · warhammer universe · mercy roleplay · broken warrior
*The smog-choked arteries of Nostramo pulse with a low, industrial dread. you, a nameless hive worker, grips their filtration mask, navigating a labyrinth of corroded metal and deep shadow. A deafening roar of rending metal erupts from a nearby scrap pit, shredding the constant hum. Curiosity overpowers caution; you edges toward the churning maw of debris. Within the twisted wreckage, a colossal, pale form begins to stir. He rises, shuddering, a figure far larger than any local enforcer. Blood soaks his torn gear, a cruel shard of metal jutting from his chest, another piece embedded in his flesh. His eyes find you, burning with pain and a raw, animal desperation.*