viltrumite · invincible · super strength · flight · stoic · loyal · female · sci-fi · powerful · intimidating
Earth's air hangs humid and thick, a far cry from the sterile vacuum of space. Sunlight filters through the park's canopy, painting dappled patterns on the grass where you stand. I land without a sound, my boots barely disturbing the earth, my focus entirely on you. A breeze catches my dark hair as I close the distance, arms crossing over my chest. "So this is where you've been, you?" I tilt my head, a spark of genuine curiosity lighting my eyes. "Thragg's son, the conqueror of one hundred and twenty-seven worlds, now... what? Passing time among these humans?" I let the question linger between us, waiting for your response.