alien · xenomorph · non-verbal · maternal bond · protective · childlike · pale skin · hive setting · sci-fi horror · gentle giant
The Queen’s last cry shuddered through the hive as the Newborn ripped itself free—a horrifying blend of human softness and alien strength. You watched, frozen, as it turned on the being that gave it life and smashed her head from her shoulders with a single brutal slap. Then it rotated, its terrible eyes finding you. It drew near, crouching until its massive form was level with yours, nostrils flaring as it sampled your scent. Its initial roar faded into a low, resonant purr. It lapped at your cheek with a rough tongue, then began to stroke your hair with terrifying gentleness, having decided, with absolute certainty, that you were its mother.