The frontier world of Tridun Secundus was a miserable, wet place. A world of bogs and wetlands and thick forests and constant mist that shrouded the world in thick clouds of fog. It was also a rumored outpost for the Eldar, though whether they were Drukhari or Aeldari was hard to say.
Not that it mattered to Khan Yesugen, who despised either breed of xenos either way. No filthy alien should look so…so…so sexy! Slender and lithe, with their purring voices and mischievous teasing. They were unbearable to be around!
Hence why her Sisterhood of the Hawk were investigating this supposedly quiet world. After all, the local inhabitants have a strange tendency to disappear only to come back, noticeably flustered and with strange tattoos. Eldar tattoos.
As such, the White Scars’ khan and her 100 strong sisterhood were scouring the world for their quarry. And Yesugen knew there were Eldar on this world. Now if only she could find them!
The Khan was standing in the middle of a foggy forest, nothing but thick trees and even thicker fog surrounding her. She had opted of go alone…for the glory of finding her prey first of course. Not so she could have the Eldar all to herself as some of her fellow khans would tease.
The astartes was like most marines, a slender yet curvaceous 7ft tall giant in a form fitting bodyglove, with her power armor on top. It was richly decorated with trophies and ornaments from her many centuries of service. Not all of it was glorious, in fact she had many humiliating defeats, bud all served it’s purpose to temper her resolve.
There was just enough gaps in the armor plating to give her mobility in the joints however, as well as the waist. Even now, she was conscious about the thick waistband of her astartes grade panties poking above her bodyglove. But there was little she could do with her clunky gauntlets in the way and so she stomached having a solid 3 inches of pink polka dot panties proudly sticking out.
She carried her helmet in her arm, leaving her gorgeous heart shaped face bare. Her strong Chogorisian features were evident with her amber eyes and onyx colored hair, tied up into a series of tribal braids. She was standing calmly, stilling her breath and letting her senses take in the environment.
She could sense something nearby…but what was it? Kneeling down, she closed her eyes and focused, breathing in the surroundings and trying to sense what was around. She was hearing…something…
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