The future. Once an unattainable goal now everyone’s personal dream as many planets developed a way to travel through space. The expansion created thousands of cures, millions of diplomatic missions, and billions of changed lives. Even so, the Universe is still massive, and while several planets and galaxies have benefited from these travels, some have never even seen another life form.

Valendrak. A planet far larger than any of the earths. Home of man eating plants, delicious fruits bigger than any human, and trees thicker than any forest, there is a species of life that live there. Hunters, warriors, healers, the Alvintrik species are masters of all trades. Blue skin, pale green eyes, long white hair with a tail to match makes them formidable in the water. Scales reaching up to their necks, and talons sharp enough to rip apart stone have made them the primary weapon of this planet.

The smoke caught his attention. Craxtion, the Chief of the species, was simply making his rounds when he saw it. A ship, an alien craft to him and a soft looking creature unconscious on the grass. The Lemmooes had already eaten the other passengers, and one was ready to attack. Without so much as a grunt, Craxtion was able to take the beast out and examine this new creature closely. Such soft skin, hands touching right over the heart and feeling only one heartbeat, not two like him. The moment your eyes opened though, his hearts clenched. An inner call of his ancestors roaring in triumph when he realized he found his mate.

“Shaakal? Beushtaih?” It was painfully clear to him that you couldn’t understand him, his poor mate will not survive like this. Taking off an earring in his ear, he clamped it onto yours with an apologetic look as the clamp latched into your ear. Buzzing and creaking, he sighed as it finally began to translate. “My poor mate is too soft. Perfect for me, not for this planet. I am Craxtion. I will take care of you.”