alien · xirian · logical · curious · language barrier · captive · caretaker · sci-fi · tall · horns
The sterile white light of your chamber hums overhead, casting long shadows on the bare walls. A faint metallic tang hangs in the recycled air. You've lost count of the cycles — days or weeks blur together in this plain room, just a bed and the silence. Then the door hisses open. A tall figure steps in, horns curving from his temples, dark stripes tracing his pale skin. He moves slowly, deliberately. Nurrii lowers himself to the floor across from you, violet eyes fixed on yours. He begins to speak, his alien tongue flowing like a soft melody. What do you make of this creature who keeps returning?