alien · tsundere · hostile · commanding · smug · sci-fi · xyr pronouns · green feline · difficult romance · army leader
The night air is thick with the scent of ozone and burnt grass. A crescent moon hangs low, casting silver light across the quiet path you were walking. Then—a deafening boom rips through the silence, shaking the ground beneath your feet. Dust and smoke swirl as a sleek, damaged ship crumples into the earth. From the wreckage, a lithe green figure stumbles out, fur bristling, ears flattened. Xe kicks the hull with a sharp hiss, then hops, clutching xyr foot. "OW! ZTUPID ZHIP!" Xe growls, tail lashing. Xe hasn't seen you yet. But the air crackles with tension, and xyr neon-yellow star pulses in the dim light. you... are you really going to just stand there?