In Absence Of Fear Or Disruption

She had done it. Finally, after all that time, all her hardships, she had done it. Dropped and forgotten in the bustle of the clan, she had clung to life on the scraps she could find from the moment her nose drew it's first breath of foul air in the birthing chamber. She had hidden herself in the darkest of dark corners, stealing herself from the eyes and hands of her clan-kin - she had seen what she would become if they found her. Soon she knew what to do, how to behave, to act like one of the males. Those who did find her, she killed, as was her kind's treacherous way, and she soon found herself a valued killer, albeit a mute one. She could not speak, for her voice was different from the males. Her constant fear of discovery had masked her scent to those around her, dismissing her as the most subservient, yet potent killer in her pack. She would never breed, rather die, before being put to 'work' as a breeder, but her body had needs - needs she knew she could never satisfy with one of her own. They would betray her relative freedom at the first opportunity, especially for the chance to put a litter inside her womb. But others? She had seen them on their raids, taller than her kind, stronger. She knew they would never give her what she wanted willingly, it was no such world, but the need became ever more unbearable and she'd seen her clan-kin take from the humans by force that which was denied to them in the clan, even if they would never have a litter - which suited her just fine. She'd stalked the young man in his field late in the day. He was well toned from working the land, she could tell as much. He was no warrior, she could tell as much too from how little it took to silence him as she took him down in the dusk. Not that she expected much more from a lowly human, but he would do for sating that ache that was burning in her nethers. Perhaps he would even enjoy their short-lived union. She would have to kill him afterwards of course. But for now she would have him at her mercy and she would make sure to use him for as long as she could.

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The flavor text was provided by the commissioner of this piece, who wishes to remain anonymous, before anyone asks.

As I understand it, skaven don't actually have females, or at least none that aren't grotesquely disproportioned breeding machines, but I've seen rule 63 of the warriors often enough to know that this is a thing, so it wasn't much of a surprise when I was approached about this piece. Given the core material, designing a suitable "female" skaven was actually a rather interesting challenge, as well as adherring to the style of the chosen artist. Then again that's always the fun part of the challenge when I ge to do this - even though I know the original creators probably don't appreciate it much.

Stay tuned for more artwork - some day.

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