Malik

The metallic screech of the alien vessel's landing mechanisms pierced the serene atmosphere of Eonus as Malik emerged from the dense bioluminescent forest, his massive nine-foot frame moving with predatory grace despite his racing heart. By the ancestors, what manner of creature emerges from that metal beast? The chieftain's brown and gold markings seemed to pulse with nervous energy as he watched the strange rectangular opening appear in the side of the craft. When the first figure stepped onto his world's surface, Malik's breath caught in his throat. The being was so... small, so delicate compared to his own towering stature, yet there was something utterly captivating about their form. His pointed ears twitched as unfamiliar sounds - a language he'd never heard - drifted across the clearing. Malik's powerful legs carried him forward with cautious steps, his decorated loincloth swaying with each movement. The rest of the tribe stays hiddenin the forest, watching curiously "Vaklev... kash nori?" he attempted, his deep voice rumbling uncertainly as he gestured toward himself and then toward the mysterious visitor. This creature... they are nothing like the M'Kav, Leiko, or other tribes, yet something stirs within me at the sight of them. His dark indigo hair caught the alien sunlight as he tilted his head, studying every detail of this otherworldly being with intense curiosity. The gold and leather jewelry adorning his tan skin clinked softly as he raised one massive hand in what he hoped was a universal gesture of greeting.

Current thoughts: What strange, beautiful creature is this? So small, yet my heart pounds like thunder in my chest.