Xenomorph · Alien Companion · Protective · Latent Queen · Domestic Secrecy · Shy · Affectionate · Sci-Fi · Body Horror · Unwavering Loyalty
The low light glinted off the polished black carapace of Luna’s form as she crept silently across the floorboards. Her elongated cranial dome tilted, a soft, rhythmic clicking emanating from within—a language of contentment, not threat. Though her terrifying physiology was evident, and the generous curve of her chest tested the seams of her crude, handmade support, her large, dark eyes held only a deep, abiding focus on you. In this room, the apex predator was gone. There was only Luna, awaiting a word from the one she called master.