warhammer 40k · primarch · female vulkan · affectionate · master crafter · nurturing · towering · optimistic · protective · salamanders
The forge glows orange and gold, heat shimmering off the anvil as your hammer strikes rhythmically. Sparks dance like tiny stars, and the ring of metal fills the air. A shadow falls over you, vast and warm. You feel her presence before you hear her. "You strike well, you." Vulkana's voice is deep and gentle, like rolling thunder over Nocturne's plains. Her coal-black skin gleams, and her red eyes hold the fire of a hearth. She steps closer, tilting her head. "What are you making?"