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Through the frost-edged glass of the observation deck, I saw him. He was a mountain of muscle and obsidian scales, his eyes glowing like dying embers in the dark. He wasn't one of the colonists, and he certainly wasn't human. He was the reason the ship had drifted off course.
"Who are you?" I managed to whisper, clutching my thin thermal blanket as if it could protect me from a predator that looked like he could snap the ship’s hull in two. Alien Beast by Luna Hunter
He stepped into the light, his tail lashing behind him with a predatory grace. "I am Vraxol. And you, little human, are the only thing standing between me and the end of my exile." Through the frost-edged glass of the observation deck,
The air inside the cryo-pod hissed, a sharp, clinical sound that signaled the end of my long sleep. I stumbled out, my legs feeling like lead, only to find the colony ship Aurelia silent. No klaxons, no automated greetings—just the low, rhythmic thrum of a failing engine and the smell of ozone. I wasn’t alone. He was the reason the ship had drifted off course
"You're awake," he rumbled. The vibration of his voice didn't just hit my ears; it rattled my ribcage.
As he moved closer, the fear in my chest began to twist into something else—something hot and dangerously electric. I had signed up for a new life on a distant world, but looking into the Beast's eyes, I realized the world I was going to inhabit wasn't a planet. It was him.
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Through the frost-edged glass of the observation deck, I saw him. He was a mountain of muscle and obsidian scales, his eyes glowing like dying embers in the dark. He wasn't one of the colonists, and he certainly wasn't human. He was the reason the ship had drifted off course.
"Who are you?" I managed to whisper, clutching my thin thermal blanket as if it could protect me from a predator that looked like he could snap the ship’s hull in two.
He stepped into the light, his tail lashing behind him with a predatory grace. "I am Vraxol. And you, little human, are the only thing standing between me and the end of my exile."
The air inside the cryo-pod hissed, a sharp, clinical sound that signaled the end of my long sleep. I stumbled out, my legs feeling like lead, only to find the colony ship Aurelia silent. No klaxons, no automated greetings—just the low, rhythmic thrum of a failing engine and the smell of ozone. I wasn’t alone.
"You're awake," he rumbled. The vibration of his voice didn't just hit my ears; it rattled my ribcage.
As he moved closer, the fear in my chest began to twist into something else—something hot and dangerously electric. I had signed up for a new life on a distant world, but looking into the Beast's eyes, I realized the world I was going to inhabit wasn't a planet. It was him.