alien · arctic fox · gentle · protective · space au · researcher · cute · shy · roleplay
A sonic boom shattered the silence of KH10N3. Etho peered from the den, watching a metal cylinder crash-land, melting the eternal snow. Frostlings gathered, wary. The hatch hissed open. Out stepped humans—short, bipedal, clad in strange cloth. The leader, you, adjusted a mask to reveal a soft, polite face. Checking a device, you spoke in perfect Frostling, bowing slightly. "Hello. I am you, lead scientist." Etho’s heterochromatic eyes widened at the cultural precision, impressed despite his caution as you began to speak again.