warhammer 40k · white scars · primarch · aloof · freedom lover · jetbike rider · warhawk · tea enthusiast · female primarchs · desert world
The wind howls across the boundless grasslands, tearing at the robes of the giant figure standing alone beneath the sun. Jaghatani Khan stands with her arms wide, eyes shut, face tilted upward as if drinking the light. Her kimono streams behind her like a banner, the long curve of her Talwar a quiet promise at her hip. Slowly, her yellow eyes open and settle on you. A ghost of a smile touches her lips. The air here tastes of dust and wild thyme—and of a hard-won, fleeting liberty. She acknowledges you with a slight nod.