Getting used to being a host of stars had been, needless to say, near impossible. Or just simply impossible. Her cheat being forced to come back to life when her fragile, prior mortal body gave out. Everything hurt, the stars did well at healing most everything, except damage to her body that had killed her. The equivalent age of ten, and she already had a number of painful scars at her back and abdomen. Most of her unfortunate death’s though had been too much output of energy that ceased her existence shortly.
The worst area of this predicament though, was individuals shouting for her capture or death. Star eater, they said, taking on the form of a child for innocence.
Scientists and researchers wanted knowledge, as shapeshifters were rare and even more rare to see at her age. If they even believed her age. Folk fearful of what she had ‘done’ to the stars demanded the celestial body’s removal.
At ten, Phoenix nearly wanted them to do that.
Her back hurt, she was tired of crying however as she tiredly glared out toward glittering lights and warm homes.
What in the cosmo’s had she done wrong?
The soft clang in her head was almost comforting. Almost. If not for her current disdain at life and her predicament. She didn’t want the stars chatter, she didn’t want their tolling she couldn’t understand yet.
Sure they allowed her escape from her first home. But five planets later and she was reduced to cold dirt, loud bangs and lights from the sky that hurt her senses, sleeping under a wooden port until she’d have to decide if being caught would be a good thing or if she needed to find food then look for another planet.
The choice would be the latter one.
She’d wanted the stars to live then, she wanted to find a place that felt warm, that felt welcome. She wanted to live and she wanted the stars to live, no matter how much it hurt now.
Another crash above her head made her flinch and tuck tighter into herself, bringing air into her lungs loudly in a whine for sake of hearing something else. Jerky movements made her back sting and trying to hide her energy made her more than just jittery in her place.
She sniffed in discomfort and hurt she didn’t understand, looking back out. She’d seen kids with their parents, friends, they were allowed affection, and a dry place to sit and enjoy. She wasn’t jealous, but yearned for the same or similar.
Looking down at muddy feet, and dirty hands, she curled her fingers in jerky motions, and closed her eyes for a moment.
Following after that was a growth of silver light. Whatever she made, resembled one of the planets creatures. Long, two legged with a prehensile tail, covered in thick soft fur. And a long nose that snuffed at her hair as soon as its form was finished. And albeit with some hesitance she tucked her creation against her chest, bringing her knees back up. Warmth blossomed from the creations close contact and she clutched at it, breathing a shaky sigh of relief. A crackle noise in her ear helped, this being was alive even if she didn’t realize how alive. And it didn’t hate her. It nuzzled her and she wavered, thinning her lips before burying her face in fire like fur.
A few more hours. Just a little bit of this, then she’d go get food and resume her search.
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