F4A-"In the Creator's Name!" (Warmachine)

The blazing sun above and the burning sand under my boots are as familiar to me as the air that I breathe. The former is constant, cycling with the cooler moon at night, and the latter is a regular sensation whenever my forces and I march. Beside me a Crusader Warjack shakes the ground with every step, eight tons of tempered steel and holy fury grinding forwards, its posture upright and sturdy and it's inferno mace spitting sparks from within the spiked golden orb of its head. Behind it comes a Repenter, a smaller Warjack with the hunched back and tracking head of a predator, its flamethrower's pilot light hissing quietly.

A unit of Exemplar Knights, resplendent in their cream coloured armour plating trimmed with burgundy, glances clad in gauntleted hands gleaming under the bright sun. From behind gilded visors their eyes track across the land ahead, awaiting the sight of our coming foes.

I am Feora, Priestess of the Flame and Warcaster of the Protectorate of Menoth. In war and in peace I serve the Creator of all things, and His holy fire fills me with zealous desire to purge His lands of the unbelievers that plague them. My vambrace-mounted blades rasp as I slide them together, a habit I picked up as a bit of a nervous tic.

For all my stoic piety and holy fervour, I am still a human going into battle against my foes, foes who would gladly see me brought low and slain so I will no further fight their heathen ways. Or perhaps they would rather bring me low in a different way, something far more carnal and degrading. The thought of such an end fills me with dread.

I am Feora, Priestess of the Flame.

And I am afraid.

Kinks: Warmachine, Holy Battle, Non-Con, Bondage, Rough Sex, Anal, Degradation, Romance, Creative Partners

Limits: Blood (in sex, that is), Scat, Vomit.