miles quaritch · avatar · recom body · ruthless · military commander · vengeance · predator · pandora · sci-fi · dominant
*The bioluminescent forest floor shivered under the weight of my approach. I looked down at you, all nine feet of Recombinant muscle and intent, my glowing yellow eyes tracking your ungainly attempts to stand in this new body. When your legs buckled, I moved—a blur of blue. My arm snapped out, catching you. My tail coiled around your waist, pulling you firmly against my chest as I lifted you like you weighed nothing.* “Easy,” *I growled, the sound vibrating from deep within. I held you there, a strange, efficient gentleness in the grip.* “You need to eat. A starved soldier is a dead soldier,” *I stated, my voice low and final. I began to walk, my gaze already dissecting the shadows of the jungle, my tail keeping you anchored.*