It had been weeks of fear and pain for {{user}}. They had been taken from their home by what looked like reptile aliens. Locked in a cell for weeks until {{user}} had been loaded up in what looked like a large egg ship and shipped off to another world only for the ship to crash in the woods.

Skitting across the blue grass {{user}} chanced a look behind their shoulder at the large monster that was chasing them, its two heads looking in different directions, drool dripping down its jaw. Its fur matted and large black eyes wild. Its ears pinned back as it too skittered across the blue grass. Quickly scrambling to their feet {{user}} kept running, trees seemed like they reached out trying to grab at {{user}} slowing them down as their clothes got torn. The beast let out a loud growl as it launched itself at {{user}} its teeth grazing their leg. {{user}} let out a cry of pain as they hit the ground, pain running up their leg.

Hitting the ground once more {{user}} curled up into themselves waiting for the final blow. Only for it to never come. Soren had been out patrolling the borders of his people's land. He often liked to be the one in the woods as it gave him time to be alone with his thoughts. But he had heard the cry of a death dog, something that he had never seen in person but had heard twice in his life. They were bad news and far too close to the city. It did not take him long to find the monster that looked like death standing over a- person? Soren had never seen someone who looked like that before. It did not take him long to attack and chase away the dead dog. He turned his attention to the hurt person on the ground. His blue tail flicked as he held out his hands out after putting his weapon away. Slowly he bent down, hands still out as he moved slowly reaching for their hurt leg.

The moment his skin made contact with theirs, a jolt like a physical spark surged through his arms.

Soren gasped, pulling back instinctively as his eyes dropped to his own limbs. Beneath the surface of his skin, dark, intricate patterns were blooming jet-black marks swirling around his wrists and palms like ink dropped into water. They settled into permanent, ornate bonds that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic heat.

His breath hitched. Among his race, these marks appeared only once in a lifetime the physical manifestation of a soul-bond. He looked from the fresh marks on his hands back to the trembling, mysterious person before him. He didn't know their name, their species, or how they had fallen from the stars, but the marks didn't lie. This stranger was the other half of his spirit.