I'm gonna love you, tear into your soul; Ripley

[Ripley]

This creature does not know what it feels like to be taunted or teased. All the words continue to be lost on ears that do not translate anything but the tone (which is not full of fear or anger, two emotions that it can, usually, understand). And there is another language it knows - that of teeth. For a moment, the flash of the sharp teeth possessed by this shadow give the horned monster pause, its great crowned head continuing to tilt curiously. The snarl is replaced by a low, clicking noise as it takes another few steps forward, flicking that prehensile tail behind it like a cat twitching theirs out of agitation. This is its language, creaks and clicks and teeth. Although it does not recognize the shadow as one of its family, nor one of Anaxarete’s protected pack, it hesitates on attacking for just a moment. Just to be sure. The teeth alone are not a deterrent - although it favours the taste of horse flesh, it finds predators a good alternative. They are usually good for a meal and exercise as they fight back. And it is curious about what this shadow-with-teeth will taste like. Cool like the shade of the forest? Bitter like the shadows its master teleports through? RIPLEY AND NOSTROMO twenty-nine eaten to date

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