An Alien and Her Wolf

She Was From Earth. || Part I

She had a particular sense of Sonder.

Every doctor had experienced a melancholy quite like her own. Every nurse had to adapt to such a new environment, quite like this one. But none of their stories were quite as extreme.

They said something was...wrong with her.

As her underfed and malnourished body lay prostrate on the hospital bed, which had been stuffed to the cloud nine with feathers, she carefully shifted her head.

Around her stood men and women of all professions. Doctors, scientists, psychologists, tracking her every move as if she were some sort of animal that was to go extinct if someone did the wrong thing.

There was a strange taste that lingered in the being's mouth. A taste that resembled a smell. The smell of rotting bodies in a morgue, freezing away, preserving what had been left. From that car accident, the office fire, the murder of your ex-girlfriend's mother-in-law.

The body that laid on the bed was not a human.
It wasn't an alien, either.
Or an animal.
Or a flower.
It was an earthling. But not a human.

Interesting.

The anatomy of her body was similar to a human's, but her arms reached near her knees. Her ankles were more pronounced, making it appear as if she was knock-kneed. Her hands were largely knuckled, as they were used to walk; her race would have seen walking on two feet as a sin, and she would most likely be killed for impersonating a human; humans were sacred, after all.

"At least she'll never have to use brass knuckles," a man in a lab coat snickered jokingly. His comrades laughed along to the joke, keeping their eyes on the girl.

Her hair was short, cut into a bob like style, and it was stark white. Long bangs covered her eyes. The hair was the texture of plastic. A rough, synthetic feel confused the professionals around her, as they scribbled down notes of their floppy covered notebooks.

But the most distinct of all was her skin. It was pure black, jet black, blacker than the darkness that accented the starlight during a Fourth of July summer barbecue. White freckles, just like the stars, lit up her face and body. Purple accents like galaxies shone over her collarbone and cheekbones. It was an absolutely beautiful sight to see, but it was equally confusing. How - why - who is this...

Alien?