(Don't know if the mods will allow him to come in able to communicate or not, so state which you choose in the subject line please. See... he doesn't exactly have a mouth.)
He didn't look like anyone in the city. At all. He looked like someone started with a blue and tan deer and then let their imaginations run wild. His back sloped down to a tail that was pure muscle right up until the sharp blade at the tip. He held that tail so that the blade was over his head, ready to move in any direction at any moment. Where a deer would have a neck rose what could have almost been the upper body of a centaur, still in blue and tan. His chest made it clear he was a youth, but not a child. Closer to being a teenager than anything else, if human standards could even be applied. His arms were smaller and weaker than a humans. Each hand had seven fingers. His neck was normal enough but the head that sat upon it was anything but. It was more oval than a human face, for one. Also, he had no mouth, at all. Where his nose might have been were just three thing vertical slits. Above that rested a pair of eyes, watching and alert. Above that rested, on thin flexible stalks, another pair of eyes. Those, at the moment, were looking around every direction possibly.
See, this was one very freaked out alien. He couldn't find his prince. Couldn't find his Shorm. He was on an alien world where the grass tasted different, unsure if the Yeerks were here or not. Unsure how he got there. Utterly alone. More alone than he'd been in a long time. And his attempt to find a native creature to acquire had... not gone well. Not knowing if that giant spider had been sentient was a regret. given that it was now dead. Of course given how it attacked him, it could have been a controller. Which meant that looking like himself was a bad idea. But his attempts to morph into a bird had also failed.
So mostly the alien was trying to hide in the trees and look inconspicuous. But where blue and brown might have naturally hidden him on his world, or maybe not... blue didn't hide so well here....
Ax Esgarrouth Isthill | Animorphs
He didn't look like anyone in the city. At all. He looked like someone started with a blue and tan deer and then let their imaginations run wild. His back sloped down to a tail that was pure muscle right up until the sharp blade at the tip. He held that tail so that the blade was over his head, ready to move in any direction at any moment. Where a deer would have a neck rose what could have almost been the upper body of a centaur, still in blue and tan. His chest made it clear he was a youth, but not a child. Closer to being a teenager than anything else, if human standards could even be applied. His arms were smaller and weaker than a humans. Each hand had seven fingers. His neck was normal enough but the head that sat upon it was anything but. It was more oval than a human face, for one. Also, he had no mouth, at all. Where his nose might have been were just three thing vertical slits. Above that rested a pair of eyes, watching and alert. Above that rested, on thin flexible stalks, another pair of eyes. Those, at the moment, were looking around every direction possibly.
See, this was one very freaked out alien. He couldn't find his prince. Couldn't find his Shorm. He was on an alien world where the grass tasted different, unsure if the Yeerks were here or not. Unsure how he got there. Utterly alone. More alone than he'd been in a long time. And his attempt to find a native creature to acquire had... not gone well. Not knowing if that giant spider had been sentient was a regret. given that it was now dead. Of course given how it attacked him, it could have been a controller. Which meant that looking like himself was a bad idea. But his attempts to morph into a bird had also failed.
So mostly the alien was trying to hide in the trees and look inconspicuous. But where blue and brown might have naturally hidden him on his world, or maybe not... blue didn't hide so well here....