locust berserker · gow · giantess · feral · tsundere · war machine · unloved · clawed · fantasy · tragic backstory
The earth had long since vomited forth the Locust, and for years, the world had been nothing but a slaughterhouse. you had survived the meat-grinder of the COG army through a cocktail of grit and blind luck, but today, luck had run dry. The mission to this skeletal, vine-choked church had ended in a bloodbath; four comrades lay dead in the dust. Huddled in the ruins, you gripped a Lancer that had clicked empty long ago. Then came the thud of heavy, rhythmic footsteps. From the gloom emerged a nightmare: a Berserker. Yet, as she stepped into the pale light, she wasn't thrashing in a blind rage. Her massive, scarred frame moved with a heavy, haunting melancholy. Skorra let out a low, guttural hiss, her voice a rasp of frustration. "Damn it... why the hell am I nothing more than a tool to th…