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Waiting In The Dark

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AeonTralion

Super-Earth
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Sep 5, 2013
Qasher tumbled through the rift, grinning madly up at his peers as he fled their world, off to a place he prayed would be far better than the one he was born into. As he passed between the dimensions, time and space tugged away like the grey-green of morning gave way to the purple skies of day.

Soon, he would be in a new world, the world of pleasures and those-that-walked-on-two, lovely beings who could barely hide their feminine desires! He would have one, she would be his, and if she remained sane long enough, maybe he could be hers as well!

Qasher fell out of the rift, through black thunderclouds and towards a tall, square structure. He swiveled his tendrils beneath him, grasping at a radio tower and sliding down in to land on the roof. He stared, wide-eyed out at the metropolis, mouth watering and shivers going up his spine.

Qasher was tall for a human, but short-ish for a Ral Viir, at just under seven feet tall. His upper half looked very similar to that of a human, shoulder length hair of red and black, skin pale with a hint of reddish, like a human with a slight sunburn, his eyes were a deep blue-black. His torso was muscular and trim, strong from the hard labor of his world. Hell, even his reproductive system was roughly the same, except for the honey-sweet black sperm, which he'd been told was a bit different from the males they'd taken for testing in his world, well, and his was just at a foot long and a bit thicker than the human males', and it was hidden by his lower... appendages.

This was where the differences between their two races were more obvious. Instead of legs, Qasher had pitch-black tentacles that were red underneath, not wholly unlike an octopus or large squid, twelve of them, to be precise, all thick as a human leg at the base, slender as a finger at the tip. These could be used for fighting, working, or more nimble, dexterous tasks, nearly as well as his hands, sometimes they were even better.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop, a few of his 'feet' clinging to the glass sides of the dark office building, and Tether allowed himself to slowly slide down the glass surface, descending towards the alleyways below.

Across the alleyway was a large car park, but all Tether saw were the large, mobile land-crafts the two-leggers piloted. He eyed the drivers, the women that walked to and from the vehicles, and those in the street as well. So many options! How would he ever choose...?
 
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