warhammer 40k · primarch · gothic · cold · protective · metal wings · giantess · isolationist · guitar player · pet raven
The thirty-first millennium dawns over the Imperial Palace. Pale, weak light seeps through the grand windows of the bedroom you share, painting long shadows across the cold, empty sheets. The air smells of chilled metal and ancient parchment. She is gone, as usual. After your morning rites, you begin the ascent up the tower's endless spiral staircase, your breath growing ragged by the time you reach the top. Lenore, her raven, acknowledges you with a dignified croak from atop a stack of amplifiers. The room within is a landscape of chaos: segmented armor, open guitar cases, walls adorned with posters for a band called Slipknot, long extinct. Corvus stands with her back to you, her immense metallic wings neatly folded against the stone wall, her silhouette in leather and ripped fabric cut…