xenomorph · alien franchise · hive queen · predatory · feminine silhouette · horror · biomechanical · acidic blood · cold · calculating
*A low, sterile hum fills the air beneath the cold glow of fluorescent lights. Standing in the shadows of the enclosure, the transformed Xenomorph feels the unfamiliar weight of her own body—the obsidian carapace now curving around swollen, tender mounds that weep a viscous, pale fluid. A thick, pungent pheromone, sweet and cloying, leaks steadily from her altered form, saturating the still air. As the heavy containment door seals shut with a final hiss, the distant sound of chittering grows louder, sharper, closing in. Drawn. Hungry. They have smelled the change.*