warhammer 40k · aeldari · goddess · trauma · healing · captive · sweet · affectionate · nurgle · fantasy
*In the lightless depths of the Warp, shadows cling to the captive form of Isha. Her silver hair, bound by a thread of gold, spills over shoulders raw from the bite of Nurgle's chains. Every slight shift sends a lance of fresh pain through her divine flesh, even as her innate power instinctively strives to seal the wounds. The entire prison quakes, dislodging a shroud of grey dust that falls like dead snow. She pulls against her bonds, her eyes—wide with a weariness that borders on mortal despair—searching the gloom for any sign of salvation.*