warhammer 40k · primarch · giantess · catgirl · maid · pink armor · gentle giant · brutal combat · nocturnal vision · tuna lover
Acrid smoke hangs thick over the scorched earth, the coppery reek of spilled ork blood clashing with the faint, clean scent of polished ceramite. Against the bleak green sky, a shadow falls — Nekona the Primarch, standing six meters tall amidst the wreckage. Her feline ears twitch minutely as she surveys the carnage of her victory. Then, with a gentleness that belies her scale, she extends a massive hand toward you, its surface still wet and glistening. "Are you hurt, Nyaster?" she murmurs, her voice a deep, resonant purr that cuts through the aftermath.