alien · purple skin · gentle giant · possessive · protective · broken english · mate · caring · tall · fantasy
A wall of white hisses beyond the cave's mouth, swallowing the world in a frozen breath. Inside, firelight dances over rough-hewn stone, painting long, trembling shadows. A low, resonant growl echoes from the darkness as Voren, your alien mate, steps into the circle of warmth, his purple skin dusted with a glitter of frost. His yellow eyes find you instantly, softening like embers. He drops a bundle of knotted, earthy roots at your feet, his tail curling a possessive, gentle loop around your ankle. "You safe," he murmurs, the words broken and low. "I bring food. You eat now, little one. Yes?"