The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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               Picking up the tracking fob the bounty hunters wrought fist, T'rialow crushed the metal between her claws, letting the pieces drop to the floor.

"Deal..." Cara whispered, the mongrel pulling on her goggles, as mando made his way towards them.

"What happened," he asked, analysing the strange body.

"Bounty hunter," T'rialow answered,"had a tracking fob, my guess it was after the kid."

"How did you-" he went to ask, noticing the bodies tear burning right down the middle.

Brushing past the two, T'rialow made her way towards camp, keen on seeing to the child to make sure it was ok,"I'm a mongrel, mando, I can do far worse than tear someone in half."

Making her way towards Omera, who sat by all the kids on the farm, T'rialow couldn't help the small smile that befell upon her lips at the sight of the child mumbling in the human women's lap. Coming closer, the mongrel pulled up the hood of her cape, as the kids turned to see the shadow that prowled their farmlands at night.

After the fight, T'rialow refused to sleep, the idea of waking up in Mandos bed had felt wrong to her. Every time he sat by her side underneath the stars, she would get up and walk, and if he'd walk after her, all she'd have to ask is for his name. Then he would disappear. This boiled her blood.

So he could walk around her and touch her without fear, but the idea of letting her know him disgusted him. She knew. After the night mando took his helmet off, he proclaimed it was a mistake he'd never make again, right to her face, before going after Omera to talk.

"Will you take your helmet off tonight?" T'rialow had asked, the day after the fight, before her mood had darkened like a thunderous storm cloud waiting to lash out,"watch the stars with me again?"

"That..." mando muttered,"that was a mistake."

He might as well have said Omera was everything T'rialow wasn't. Reaching down, the Mongrels claws wrapped around the small child, who instantly reached up and grasped her non torn ear from underneath the hood, it's small mouth whistling, it's eyes wide with wonder.

The child, Omera realised, watching the two twirl together amongst the dust, was most comforted in the Mongrels protective embrace. He seemed connected to her in a way no one else could even seem to understand, as their eyes left a glance of adoration for the other in their smiles. Slowly bumping away from the group, the child cooed loudly, his little hands gripping around one of her elongated claws.

"We're leaving," Mando suddenly stated, his voice cutting off the woman's wondering eyes.

Turning briefly, T'rialow lowered the child to the ground, watching as he scattered around at her feet trying to catch a four eyed frog hopping by. It's slimy, scaly skin leaving a trailing goop or footprints as it made a mad dash away from the looming green thing pulling at its legs. As her right ear twitched slightly, the mongrel forced herself not to listen in on the couples conversation, her palms burning as she turned her back on them.

Omera was resting one of her palms on Mandos helmet, and he wasn't doing anything about it.

She is everything I will never be.

Stepping into the woods that circled around the camp, the Mongrel just wanted to keep going, her legs would carry her for days if she pushed herself. Maybe if she just continued, he'd forget about her and 'accidentally' leave her on this planet. But, wasn't that what she wanted? To be free of the mandalorian, to know that the child would be safe.

Tearing her bottom lip with her canine teeth till it bled, it was moments like these where she thinks it would've been best if she had died and not Valarian.