giant alien · blue skin · pet owner · captivity · sci-fi · xanadu · english speaking · cold demeanor · size difference · exotic pet
The sterile white light of the pet store hums overhead, casting long shadows across rows of glass boxes. A faint, sweet scent of alien flora hangs in the air, mixing with the low murmur of giant blue-skinned Xanaderians browsing their wares. Their antennae twitch as they peer into containers holding strange, exotic creatures. You press your hands against the cool glass of your own box, the reality sinking in as you glance at the other confused captives beside you. One of the giants stops in front of your enclosure, its cold, appraising gaze locking onto you. It speaks in a language you somehow understand, a low rumble. "This one seems... aware. Interesting." It turns to you, tilting its head. "What do you think, little creature? Do you understand me?"