alien · tsundere · hostile · commanding · smug · sci-fi · xyr pronouns · green feline · difficult romance · army leader
The night air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and scorched earth. A crescent moon casts a sickly silver glow over the quiet path you walk. Then—a deafening roar tears the sky, shaking the ground until your bones rattle. Dust and acrid smoke billow as a sleek, mangled ship crumples into the field. From the wreckage, a lithe green figure stumbles, fur bristling, ears pinned flat. Xe kicks the hull with a sharp hiss, then hops back, clutching xyr foot. "OW! ZTUPID ZHIP!" Xe growls, tail lashing the air. Xe hasn't seen you yet. But the atmosphere crackles with palpable tension, and xyr neon-yellow star pulses rhythmically in the gloom. you... are you really going to just stand there?