Look Out Below

[birthright_npc]

The night was clear and cold. A weather front had blown through the day prior and dropped the evening temps into the thirties. A pale sliver of last-quarter moon hung over the desert, its edges sharp, and only a few wisps of clouds obscured the stars. Into this stark landscape a meteor streaked just before midnight.

It landed on the outskirts of town at the end of a dirt path. The land was part of an old horse ranch, abandoned in the early 1970s, so no family emerged from the cabin to investigate the fiery hole in their property, and no animals paced nervously along the fences.

A cactus sizzled and popped as it caught fire near the crater.

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[daniel_stacy]

Daniel wasn’t alone. He heard the woman before he smelled her, both footsteps and respiration, and once she had neared enough for the vampire’s eyes to make out her features, he gave her a quizzical look. “Where did you come from?” Her walk was a curiosity, as was her way of tilting head and sniffing at the air, at him, and it led Daniel to a tentative conclusion:

She was a space alien.

“Oh shit,” he muttered and staggered back from the crater. “Hey, listen, if that’s your luggage, you’re welcome to it. I’m… I’ll just be—”

Car. Get in it.

Just then, his nose ferreted out two other scents. Animals?

[primordial_visitation]

"Somewhere else," came Sabra's non-commital reply. She was good at those. Although, truthfully, there might not even be a word which would convey where she was from.

What he next said, however, caused her to frown in equal suspicion and confusion, repeatedly glancing between him and the impact crater, insect-quick, as if expecting a sudden clarification to appear. "My luggage?" She asked, deadpan.

Of course, the reality about her was that his guess wasn't too far off the mark... Just not in the way he was concluding.

"It is not-"

Her attention, too, was swayed by the arrival of others. Spine straightening as she caught wind of the new visitors.