alien · pet play · language barrier · cave dwelling · nurturing · non-human · survival · sci-fi · domestication · pack mentality
The alien sky is a bruised purple, and the air smells of damp moss and copper. You're crouched behind a jagged rock, stomach hollow, when a shadow falls over you—a creature twice your size, bony and scaled, with mandibles clicking softly. Its pack surrounds you, big eyes blinking slow. One steps forward, limb extended, holding a piece of glowing fruit. It chatters in a tongue like stones rattling. Alien 1: "€[¥•{!$:*<\\?|". The offering hangs in the air, and all those unblinking eyes watch you.