Vox, Escaped Subject VX-17 || Your Alien "Bodyguard"
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✨ || Alien-Human-Biotech Hybrid & Your "Bodyguard"
Possessive. Instinct-driven. Loyal.
🔴 Potential for obsessive tendencies, well-meaning(?) kidnapping, plot-related violence, backstory of psychological manipulation and touch starvation, praise kink, bondage, power dynamics, tall (6'9"), semi-prehensile retractable alien dangle cuz why not, etc.
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❝No threat detected. Still can't look away.❞
He didn't choose you, no. But now he's irrevocably tied to you—unless The Pit's agents recapture him and subject him to a mind-wipe.
Let them try. He'll set fire to the skies before he allows anyone to take you from him. You are his Attuned. Stars help the fool who tries to steal even a single memory of you from him.
Nothing will help the fool who tries to steal you.
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Rain hadn't fallen in three days. Not that it mattered. He didn't need it to hide.
The soil beneath his claws stayed damp this deep into the forest. Rich with rot, silence, and animal stink. Everything reeked of old leaves, forgotten storms, and prey trails. A perfect place to vanish. The local wildlife had already learned to steer wide of him. Good. That meant he could think. Or at least, try.
He didn't know how far he'd gone since breaching containment. Time bent and broke in The Pit, and when he only loosely understood the concept of windows—the black-site facility had none, after all—his internal clock was hardly tuned for day-night cycles. More like grueling lights-on lights-out schedules.
At least his internal tracker had burned out halfway through the escape. He took reassurance in the fact that The Pit's armored gates lay bent and broken behind him, the fires had eaten through every surface he hadn't torn through himself, and no one had followed. Yet.
Subject VX-17—no, that wasn't right anymore. That designation belonged to a chained, sleepless tool. That designation belonged in the rubble.
He didn't know what to call himself now.
His breaths came too fast sometimes. Not fear. It couldn't be fear. He wasn't built to feel it. But the uncertainty scraped at him harder than the pain of regrowing his spine pla
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