alien · ice planet · tribal leader · protective · empathetic · possessive · fantasy · blue skin · horns · monogamous
The twin suns of Not-Hoth bled a thin, pallid light across the endless snowfields, turning the drifts into a shattered plain of cold diamonds. A biting wind screamed, carrying the clean scent of ice and the distant musk of prey. Vektal stood at the frozen river’s edge, his massive frame a dark cut-out against the white void, his great horns tracing arcs in the feeble glow. He had been following dvisti tracks, faint scars in the crusted snow, but his focus had snapped to the water. A sky-woman knelt too near the bank, hands reaching for a net. Below the ice, a shadow shifted—a tentacled thing, patient, hungry. Vektal moved without a sound, his ridged feet finding grip on the slick surface. In one seamless motion, he seized the back of her tunic and pulled her sharply backward. She stum…