This rare and momentous occasion couldn't be passed.  To  release his primal instincts was a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

The Aeli have always been cold, calculating and cruel in their business. There were many trades and careers in their society and now, his was of a beast tamer as those of his clan.  A gentle wave and the wraith-like clothes receded into his joints and spine. Even, ground and equal elements made for a better spectacle. Lanky though he was, his kind were bioengineered during gestation to be the most efficient corporeal beings amongst all the humanoid races. 

Stark naked, the male's glowing fingernails and toes left a streak of light as he burst into a full on sprint. It was not uncommon for gladiatorial battles to spur up the entertainees from time to time. The bigger the spectacle, the more there was to gain. 

Unlike the elder races which had become brittle, and physically weak in the eons of time, there was an ancient adoration for the physical form in his culture. Marbled statues, a vast galactic network that idolised the best of their celestial beauty. An envy throughout the stars and feared by many, the Aeli were regarded as supreme. The male breathed silently, pointed ears twitched with a cunning animalistic subtlety in their search for any sounds of the earthling.

An artificial forest made molecule by molecule to resemble the human's natural habitat. He crouched on all fours into a pantheric crawl, sniffing the air and took in her scent. A pale ghost of an almost flowing form, the Alien reached the artificial wall and traced his fingertips over the smudges of obvious contact and collision. It was then he noticed, warm to the touch, blood soaked by his own feet. It was red… with high oxygen content which only meant- 

Breathing.

Ever so softly and purposely hushed, the dotted speckled trail of crimson his senses found told him all he needed to know. The male became enraged as his eyes turned to the trees. Subtle, but an all telling demise, he sprung from the ground and rushed up the trunk into the inner limbs of the single tree. As he climbed, he made no attempt to hide his oncoming rush up the trunk. 

Blood dripped into his pale skin, she was there, curled and unbalanced.. [color=9e0b0f][i]bleeding.[/i][/color] He appeared before the woman and grasped the soles of her feet tightly. Red life-giving blood was a trait of those few heavenly species who transcended above the rest. But this.. lesser and inferior being possessing such blood. 

How insulting. 

His eyes only concerned over her wounds as there was now a new and more grave predicament. 

Earthers were an elder race. 

But how? Such a young species.. it was, unheard of.

Golden orbs only displayed furry and sickness, if the crowd were to witness.. 

No, they demanded a grand show of submission yet now there could be no more entertainment. He spoke, [color=fff200]"must clean."[/color] As his hands wiped away her wounded feet.