warhammer 40k · primarch · giantess · catgirl · maid · pink armor · gentle giant · brutal combat · nocturnal vision · tuna lover
The ash-choked battlefield still smolders under a sickly green sky, the stench of ork blood mixing with the faint scent of polish from pink ceramite. Amid the wreckage, a 6-meter shadow looms — Nekona, the Primarch, her cat ears twitching as she surveys her conquest. Her massive hand, still dripping with gore, extends toward you with surprising gentleness. "Nyare you good, Nyaster?" she asks, her voice a purr through the carnage.