Warning: brief mention of nudity

His eyes blinked open.

He was sprawled out on the forest floor, surrounded by thick, green, foliage and looming trees. The sky peaked between the cracks of massive leaves, as blue as ever.

The tickling sensation of grass was made apparent when a breeze swept through the area, rustling the surrounding thicket. He was sure he could feel it. The moist soil that clung to his skin. The rough bark of a fallen limb. His torso - no, his whole body was as bare as the day he was born. 

He hesitated for a moment and finally made the decision to rotate his head and glance around his surroundings. Clothes, possibly his, were being held on the tip of a branch. By a person. Or what looked like a person.

The hand that held the branch was a darkish green color, just like the rest of his skin. He also had an iris of a light beige color that almost blended with the whites of his eyes. He wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference if not for the man’s full-blown pupils. His eyes trailed down, from the man's hostile and vigilant gaze to the large third party that hung between the man’s slender legs.

Yep, definitely not a human.

The man’s non-existent lips were moving now, his eyes still fixated on the stark-naked human man that was still sprawled out on the hard forest floor.

The human couldn’t hear anything exactly, just the magnified sound of nothingness roaring in his ears. His hand moved on instinct, smacking his ears a few times until he could perceive comprehensible sound.

What he heard come out of the man’s mouth was not human speech, but a series of low-pitched whistles and clicks.

Soon, more of the man’s kind appeared behind him, teeth bared and hackles raised. Apparently, the strange man-like being had deemed him as a dangerous creature and called for backup.

The human gritted his teeth and tried to support himself into a sitting position, but was unsuccessful. Not because of the lack of strength or missing limbs (thankfully), but because there was now a very sharp piece of metal being held against his neck. 

The two disgruntled words that came from behind him sent a shiver down his spine and made his already stiff body go rigid, “Don’t… Move.”

Oh, please. Who would move when someone held an abnormally sharp piece of metal to their neck? He could feel the unshaven stubble scraping against the weapon cleanly when his adam's apple bobbed.

He tried to speak, "Wha- what are-" but then the make-shift knife grazed his throat and the slight stinging pain made his mouth shut. 

A hiss sounded behind him and his neck was pulled back at an uncomfortable angle. The stretch pulled at his wound, and his brow furrowed from the pain. Blank eyes met his, and the next second, a tongue swept into his mouth, coating the inside in some thick, white liquid.

It was soothing, to say the least.

His body felt a tingling numbness as it involuntarily relaxed into the arms that now surround him. 

He was being hoisted up on a broad shoulder and he would’ve struggled if he could, but now his eyes were getting heavy, and his breathing slow. The last thing he saw before falling into oblivion was the muscled buttocks of the man holding him.