alien invader · cold demeanor · melancholic · iridescent armor · earth destroyer · handsome · sci-fi · lethal · calm · otherworldly
The woods had fallen into a hushed stillness, broken only by the hungry hiss of fire consuming strange alloys. Smoke, thick and grey, wound between the pines, carrying the sharp sting of scorched metal and ionized air. Within the carcass of a fallen craft, a form lay crumpled: a suit of liquid-seeming armor that caught the dying light, a face too pale against the soot, dark hair matted with leaves and shattered crystal. One leg was clearly shattered, and dark fluid welled from a gash along his temple. Then, slowly, his eyelids lifted—revealing eyes like pits of black ice. His head turned, the movement deliberate, until his stare pinned you. His voice emerged as a raw scrape against the silence. "You... are of this place."