This is all a new conundrum, a spect of dust among the stars could possibly be the remnants of an ancient, space faring race. For eons budding species of old lived in the vast oceans of the black heavens till their blood became rich and oxygenated. Crimson was the badge a race earned after conquering the sector from which they rose. No known species that surge from primordial, undeveloped and newly formed savage planets ever carry the elder blood in their veins. 

Blasphemy.

The life essence stained the males hands as he pressed on the wounds. Robbed of his hunt and scammed out of any possible notoriety from besting a native animal, the alien now took to the role healer. Gently he clasped the female's ankle and with his right finger tips, traced over her veins as if he could see right through her skin. Intricate, complex and intelligently designed, he cursed their similarity. The pads of his fingers glided as his nails began to emanate a soft glow of white.

Tenderly, calm tingles penetrated the earthling, minuscule dancing worms of light followed each of his fingers, the soles of her feet began to repair before their eyes. The violently ripped skin came to close all of it wounds in the hands of the male. With the same gentleness, the second foot was healed. The woman spoke, and he did not acknowledge, only his eyes came upon hers once more as he gestured both of their clothes back from the ridges of their spines. He stared at her, more so, [i]into her[/i].. very intensely. 

Did his superiors know? What does the board of galactic law dictate on this matter? A million questions and none for the hungry and blood thirsty crowd eager to see him carry and brutalize the human into open view. They must not know what she is, and he must bring the exhibit to a close. In the native tongue of his kind, his voice sounded as if twins were speaking simultaneously. Their tones and speech was a true duality. More advanced in anatomy, the voice of the Aeli were as angels speaking to ears mortals. 

[color=fff200]"Hroct nema aeztu."[/color] 

A computerized voice broke the news to the eager onlookers awaiting for them both to climb out of the tree. Before loud unruly protests could be heard, the great sky flower closed and blended back into the sky. 

There were now secrets kept from him, from high above the corporate ladder. He was at a loss for thought. What was the standard procedure now? Was the human an animal? 

Yes.

He questioned the legality of it all and in same instant he led the female down to the base of the tree. He needed answers but for now he must change his treatment of her. The reputation of his clan, could be tarnished from fame to infamy with this creature between his arms. Both hands remained above her body as his proximity kept her pinned to the trunk.

[color=fff200]"Speak your name, human."[/color]