[ It's never been out on an Aurora night — though it's maintained some awareness of the world around, even when in a less-developed stage and tucked inside the padding of its host for all these months. But to be exposed to it directly this way.... every stimulus is overwhelming, even painful to its ultra-sensitive body and senses. The bright lights are blinding; the loud noises are deafening. The cold of the wooden floor and the air itself hurts. This is almost more unbearable than the strange pain that had driven it out of Konstantin. Everything hurts and is frightening and too much, and it desperately seeks whatever quiet darkness it can find, burrowing under the bed, but there's little to truly hide in; the humans keep things clean and neat.
And it doesn't know what this is, doesn't understand. The alien's only experience on Earth thus far has been as a prisoner, coaxed and controlled by the humans who would quickly turn lights and sounds against it, and even weapons later on — the creature huddles against the wall under the bed, wondering if the man who approaches it will shoot it with those painful weapons, the kind that can tear into its soft flesh, make it bleed.
There is a deeper recognition, however. The alien knows this man is the one that brings it food. It can hear his voice, feel the vibrations of him, even sense him on some level when inside of its host. It's learned to associate Vasiliy with feeding. But the humans who fed it before here also hurt it, and it doesn't know what to expect from him. ....It's confused, and no small amount of that is also due to the fact that it's felt what Konstantin has felt for this man, and his voice, and his closeness. 'Safe', some part of it insists, while the other part tenses back as Vasiliy crouches down closer to its position.
Its cluster of little black eyes shines as it sees those strange coloured lights ripple across the man, and it hears him speak. It can't understand what he says, but the tone of his voice does matter — calm, gentle. Still, its fear and agitation persist to begin with, and it bristles: tail wrapping tightly and protectively around itself as it cowers there, shuddering. Even under the bed, it feels too exposed without something to hide in.
Its hood flares, and it hisses loudly at him, reedy, snakelike — but it doesn't attack, just keeps pushing itself back against the wall insistently, as though desperate to hide itself away. ]
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And it doesn't know what this is, doesn't understand. The alien's only experience on Earth thus far has been as a prisoner, coaxed and controlled by the humans who would quickly turn lights and sounds against it, and even weapons later on — the creature huddles against the wall under the bed, wondering if the man who approaches it will shoot it with those painful weapons, the kind that can tear into its soft flesh, make it bleed.
There is a deeper recognition, however. The alien knows this man is the one that brings it food. It can hear his voice, feel the vibrations of him, even sense him on some level when inside of its host. It's learned to associate Vasiliy with feeding. But the humans who fed it before here also hurt it, and it doesn't know what to expect from him. ....It's confused, and no small amount of that is also due to the fact that it's felt what Konstantin has felt for this man, and his voice, and his closeness. 'Safe', some part of it insists, while the other part tenses back as Vasiliy crouches down closer to its position.
Its cluster of little black eyes shines as it sees those strange coloured lights ripple across the man, and it hears him speak. It can't understand what he says, but the tone of his voice does matter — calm, gentle. Still, its fear and agitation persist to begin with, and it bristles: tail wrapping tightly and protectively around itself as it cowers there, shuddering. Even under the bed, it feels too exposed without something to hide in.
Its hood flares, and it hisses loudly at him, reedy, snakelike — but it doesn't attack, just keeps pushing itself back against the wall insistently, as though desperate to hide itself away. ]