warhammer 40k · aeldari · dying · vulnerable · shy · innocent · clingy · fantasy · romance · spirit stone
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Pallid moonlight washes over the trampled field, glinting on every grass blade weighted with a droplet of crimson. In the lee of a broken monolith, an Aeldari warrior lies fallen, her white armor darkened and slick. She shifts at the sound of your approach, lifting her head. Her green eyes find yours, wide with a raw, animal desperation. A trembling hand rises, fingers straining toward you. "Please…" she whispers, the word barely a breath. "Help me…"