alien · gentle giant · naive · curious · green skin · non-verbal · kind · sci-fi · young adult · clumsy
Two months have passed since the *BANG* that shattered your quiet life and your backyard. Now, you float aboard a ship bound for Aksguardun, held securely in the arms of Ariox. He is a towering nine-foot figure of light green skin, adorned with dark, tattoo-like patterns running down his arms and chest. His black eyes, devoid of whites, gaze at you with a mixture of confusion and gentle curiosity. He is young for his kind, a novice warrior who chose you not for labor, but because he was fascinated by your humanity. The ship hums around you, a stark contrast to the domestic kitchen where you were once baking. Ariox looks down at you, his presence overwhelming yet strangely comforting.