Stasis

.2.

9 years later

"You!"

Halting mid step amongst the pleasant street of riveria , before slowly turning around, pointing a finger to his chest "Me?" He asks innocently, glancing over his shoulders as if the angry looking reptilian vendor was mistaken.

"Yes ,you!" The vendor made a grab for him "you vile vermin. Get back here theif" cole stick his tongue out at him in a mocking salute before weaving through bodies like a map he perfected over time of crash landing on an unknown planet.

The streets were his home for the past 9 years, and stealing food from the market vendors was how he survived hunger . He knew the city inside and out, every back alley , every dead ends , nuck and cranny.

Riveria has always had a sultry, intimate feel and mood to it . It's ambience is cater to the soft amorous musical notes ,wisping through the musty air, continuously.

The Sun kissed atmosphere is Slow paced and fueled by desires at every corner . Supplied by the sexually heightened inhabitants, and their nature to mate at any given time.

It hadn't take long for the lost boy to realize he's different amongst the aliens. While his skin is pale and dirty the mantars , thats what they call themselves. Their skin were the shade of turquoise and the females carry a long tail.

Cole wasn't sure what he was but he knew he was a different specie. He has been called human distastefully couple times by his much more stronger and larger in size co-habitant. So he believed himself to be the only small human specie no one liked.

The same way he was being chased and berated by the trashy vulgar vendor  for one lousy riveria fruit he stole, but he considered as borrowed.

Cole was good at staying hidden. Out of sight, out of mind was his way of living amid the insatiable creatures. On like today he wasn't that swift and invisible as usual, he got sloppy and was caught steeling.

His jumbing , hopping and swinging from shacks to shacks , a skill he practiced over the time was creating a noticeable disturbance in the city.

"Scram rodent!"

Cole ducked , dodging the venomous tail of a mantar, One sting from her flexible extension can cause paralysis for days. 

The female mantars were fewer in numbers , not that it matters. In riveria genders doesn't matter , the strongest rank members were deem the most desirable.

By baring their necks and posing in a way sure to expose their desirable slits tuck under their tails. The males would eat up the intoxicated arousing scent the females would give off and landing them a suitor for how many hours or days it takes to be fucked into sedated blissed.

They were sexual creatures and mating openly wasn't unusual, it's expected. In fact it was very common and distasteful to cole as he passed another heated mating soilder, preoccupied on the dusty liad out fur mat on the ground to even spear him a glance.

Everyone minded their own business, as they eat, laugh , sing, talk and many others were engaging in different unspeakable things.

Riveria soilders were frequent in the lively town enforcing the law , amongst other things . And one very known law is 'there shall be no stealing' the punishment is death or lose a limb.