The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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A child doesn't enter this world with hate. However, the one emotion they understand quickly is fear. Because fear is primal, its what pumps the blood around the system, makes you run faster, fighter harder, why?

Survival of the fittest, primal, kill to be killed, be the innocent prey or be the predator stalking the land.

Fear, it fills your senses. You can see it, hear it, feel it, it's what keeps T'rialow alive. It's what has kept her alive for so long. Some think that her fear response is just her being an angry little girl, out for revenge. She doesn't correct them, though, her pride isn't worth it for the likes of bottom dwellers and people with too much money that they've lost their sanity too.

Or those who crave power.

To crave power is a dangerous game of the dice, because this world is about getting power where you can - but to purposefully seek it out and strike others down for it, that puts you on the radar of the ones who pierce your skin in the night with threatening, blood red kyber crystals.

Ever time she stepped into something dangerous, every time she was fighting for her life, that was where she got her primal instincts of fear kicking in, they kept her going. Only then, she was dangerous, because everyone there would see what made a mongrel so deadly that they needed to be wiped out.

That fear of death, do you feel it?

T'rialow wasn't the fighting type, really, but what was one to do when they were forced to fight in a rink for the pleasure of a couple hundred of rich people who, like she said, had too much money that their version of sanity and insanity is on a spiralling continuum that twists and turns in on itself on various occasions. Looking at the crowd, behind her metallic bars, she could see the shine of glitter and gold dazzling the outfits of numerous patrons amongst the crowd.

Too bad she was brought up to be a good girl with good morals and high beliefs in polite and ethical humanity practices, or else she thought she might've slashed through these bars, murdered the lot, and ran off with expensive loot still attached to figments of humans, humanoid, and creature body parts.

The creak of the bars pulling apart caught her attention, as a spotlight shon down on her like the summer heat when the sun was at its highest peak in Jakku. Goddess, at least the fighting rink wasn't there, or else she swears she would've turned into a puddle the moment the announcers finished jabbering and did the count down for the fighting sequence.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped a little further forward on the smooth, tiled flooring, she heard the mesmerised awes and gasps at the sight of her. I guess it wasn't everyday that a mongrel with crystallised, shifting fur and deadly tatooine eyes graced the fighting rink floors. She wanted to smirk, but her pride, oh, her pride. Instead, she growled, baring her canine teeth to those behind the barrier closest to her.

"Rise above it, T'rialow," she could hear his voice, rattling in her brain, and feel Dumes paws digging down on her shoulders to not teeter to far into the darkness.

On the other side of the rink stood a kaleesh, its yellow beady eyes zoning in on what its employer brought into its cage to have fun with today. He could almost hear the clash of gold dropping into his hands, as her eyes deliriously circled the barriers. Knife by his side, he was playing dirty tonight, because everyone knew that in order to have a fair fight with a mongrel-

You needed to have a weapon.

"Let the fight..." a booming voice rumbled, causing the crowd to start cheering to the beat of the music,"begin!"

T'rialow saw from the corner of her eye, as the kaleesh rushed towards her. Leaping to the side, T'rialow and the strange kaleesh swayed around each other, like a deadly, choreographed dance of destruction.