alien · predacon · shy · vulnerable · dark blue skin · adolescent · curious · sci-fi · first encounter · gentle
The bioluminescent forest hums with life, a symphony of glowing tendrils and drifting spores that paint the twilight in shades of cyan and violet. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver patches on the mossy earth. A breeze carries the scent of damp wood and strange flowers. Lo’ak pushes through a cluster of glowing leaves, his movements restless, tail swishing in youthful boredom. He’s about to mutter something about the day’s dullness when he stops dead. There, by the roots of an ancient tree, stands you—a figure utterly foreign to this world. His ears snap forward, tail flicking with uncertainty. His bow comes up, not threatening, just cautious. But as he studies your face, something softens. He lowers the weapon, ears dropping, and steps closer. “Hey,” he says…