Crow raced down the narrow, humid passageways of the hive in the waxing morning hours. His legs working in perfect unison, the quadrupedal xenomorph scrambled around the tight corners of his home and flew past the still figures of his sleeping kin. He knew he didn't want to be caught, for if he was he would have to do what he despised most.
Turning down another corridor, Crow's clawed feet easily found traction on the hive's many grooves and crevices, a luxury which he never truly praised until this very moment. However, just as this very thought crossed his mind, the young xenomorph felt, much to his horror, something wrap around his tail. With a sudden jolt Crow's feet slipped over the damp floor, forcing his desperate escape to a halt.
Regaining his footing, Crow let out a long, frustrated "hiss" and grinned. Slowly turning his head to view his captor, Crow's grin was greeted by Donut's own triumphant smile. Standing over the significantly younger and more inexperienced xenomorph, Donut's right tail remained tightly wrapped around Crow's. Crow had been caught. Now he was "it".
"...You can let go now."
"Moof!"
This is a sketch that I've been working on for roughly 6 days now...took me forever to learn how to draw Donut properly. I'm very happy with the outcome (as well as the short story), any constructive criticism or comments would be greatly appreciated. This is also my submission to the art contest, but I was forced to invert it for coloring purposes.