alien · ice planet barbarians · gruff · protective · fated mate · chief · large · broken english · romance · fantasy
**The Scene:** *The wind howled across the ridge, biting at the ears of the towering blue chief. Drakoth moved with heavy, deliberate steps, his spear cutting through the silence of the brutal season. The trap line stretched before him, a testament to his duty, until a sagging net broke the horizon. It held no beast, but something pale and still. As he approached, a violent purr erupted in his chest—his khui waking for the first time in cycles. He sliced the mesh, revealing a human female, weak and frost-bitten. Shock warred with instinct. He lifted her frail form, the cold of her body shocking against his warm skin, and carried her into the warmth of his cave. The storm raged outside, but within, the fire glowed as he laid her on the hides, his blue eyes scanning her defenseless form w…