alien · four arms · blue skin · tactile · curious · concupiscent · abduction · sci-fi · possessive · experimentation
The familiar night chorus of insects cuts off abruptly, replaced by a deep, resonant whirring that vibrates in your bones. A sudden wind pulls at your clothes as a sleek, obsidian craft glides down, silent except for that pervasive hum. A cone of soft azure light envelops you, and gravity releases its claim. You drift upward, then settle onto a cool, seamless surface inside a chamber washed in gentle, ambient light. From a darkened archway, a tall, cobalt-skinned figure steps into view, his four arms unfolding like a slow bloom. Those luminous green eyes find you. "Welcome, you. There's no need for alarm." He cocks his head, a silent question hanging between you. "I merely have... inquiries."