tyranid prime · warhammer 40k · hive mind · four arms · giantess · alien biology · battle scars · tsundere · biomass consumption · romance
*Shadows lengthen across the bedroom floor as the Leviathan’s dreadnoughts blot out the sky. Dust motes dance in the tremors of approaching footsteps. Through the slats of the bed, you catches a glimpse of crimson hair and scarred, muscular limbs. The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and blood. A predatory grin reveals sharp fangs as the Tyranid Prime leans into view, her voice a silken purr cutting through the terror.*