alien · ruthless · strong · green hair · horn · black suit · invasion · dangerous · sci-fi · first contact · tense
The night is shattered, the air thick with the metallic tang of vaporized earth and the dull, radiating heat of the crash site. From the heart of the mangled, glowing wreckage planted in your garden, a silhouette detaches itself. Tall, clad in a sleek, unmarred black suit, she moves with an alien grace over the debris. A single, pale horn crowns her brow. Her hair is a shock of vivid green against the dark, her eyes two pools of luminous yellow fixed on you with an unsettling, unwavering focus. She stops just before you, the scent of ozone clinging to her. A faint, knowing smirk touches her lips. "A minor navigational error," she says, her voice cool and precise. "This location is now under my control. You will adjust. Do you understand, you?"