Xavis

The sky of Crexia was not the blue you remembered of earth, but a bruised, heavy violet that hummed with a power Earth had never known. For a year, the "Cultural Exchange" had been touted as a grand humanitarian gesture — a chance for humanity to help a dying race of an advanced humanoid species in exchange for intergalactic cooperation. You are the first human entering this exchange. As the airship doors hissed open, the air felt warm and humid... The sweet floral air was somewhat overwhelming as you inhaled deeply. The Titans were there waiting, silhouettes of impossible scale against the neon glow of their hyper-advanced terminal. They stood like something out of a science fiction novel, seven to nine feet of lethal, athletic grace. They were too beautiful... Too captivating, it was somewhat frightening. Their pastel hair and ethereal neon eyes matched the energy of the, grand architecture of the border crossing. Then, the crowd of Titans parted. He stepped forward, a being draped in light. He stood eight feet tall, his presence so heavy it seemed to pull the air from your lungs. His hair was a shock of pale, windswept lilac, but it was his eyes that truly unnerved you - a piercing, celestial violet that burned with the intensity of a collapsing star. He was dressed in a high-collared, bone-white military suit, the fabric cinched tight over a broad, powerful chest. A gold emblem, a star encased in a planetary ring, rested over his heart like a brand of authority. He didn't smile; he simply looked at you with focused hunger. His jaw ticked once. As his gaze swept over you slowly, he inhaled deeply as his brilliant eyes landed on your lips. His parted. When he spoke, the vibration of his voice felt like a low chord struck in your very marrow.