[P] Day 1: The Arrival of a Changeling

[Nizizi]

  

Kinder und sterne küssen und verlieren sich

Its first experience being alive was not what most unprocessed changelings like Nizizi incurred.  Within moments of Its rather sensational arrival (like a shooting star; falling in a fiery arc through the sky, only to make like a meteorite and smash into the earth) - attacked, by something bearlike, rousted from Its crater where it rest.  Leapt upon, made to feel like a meal in mere seconds, no time to rest, no time to adjust|unadjust, no time to understand. 


Are we dead or are we alive? Instinct wondered.  The Ego waned in response, empty, unstructured. 


Indeterminate.


The bear, the thing, with its savage claws and its crushing mouth of teeth, so big with its gravity held Nizizi down, 

did not want wait. 
Would not wait.

Like the Sun pressing into one singular, small star.

The thing's hulking might and terror-inducing noises, snapped at Nizizi's body but Nizizi was made to understand that Its neck was long, flexible, and so was the rest of It.  The Changeling was made of something other than hydrogen and helium.  It could not force a heat so great that it could burn the thing off.  It could not induce the effects of helium so that the thing would die from an imploded center|heart. 


The sound It made when the gorgon of a beast struck Nizizi across Its cheek was nothing like the serene, sibilating songs from space.  It scared Itself and writhed until Its body was free, courtesy of wings which swung up and across, uprooting the thing purely by surprise.  Sudden pressure alleviated, as if an Eclipse stole the star's oppressor, the sun,  from existence entirely.


Get up! Instinct urged.


It rolled and rose, the pain on Its face furious, frightful, and blindingly white like a moon. Nizizi could see the large dark figure roll over and rise much the same way It had and it sprang sidewards away from another fist full of claws which snapped out after It.  The Changeling hissed (unlike a snake and more like a cat) and narrowed Its vantablack vision on the offender.  There was no running away just as there was no way of winning.  A swinging tail on Nizizi's back was quick to puncture the soft squishy midsection of the bear thing causing some kind of guttural groan. Its tines were sharp, made more for swimming and digging more than stabbing.  When the thing failed to fall or flee, Nizizi bared Its many-many sharp teeth and charged having nothing else but Its very real body to rely upon.


Was I born to die?  

The very first blushing of a young, fearful Ego. 
A young and stupidly brave one.
So naïve,


The thing opened its arms wide, 
-like the horizon, and
-so unnecessary.


It was like a hug from a bear trap, Nizizi screamed when the thing's claws tore through her wings like razors shredding silk.   The screaming turned into muffled feral growls when It sought purchase to bite skin, skin that it was being crushed against.  It bit hard, and would not stop until It was free from this mortal prison wrapped around it.  Nizizi, the Great Destroyer, known only in Its own galaxy, was overthrown by things that should have never been. 


Anger was quicksilver in Its veins.  Adrenaline like light which made Its blood burn brighter and brighter, until the anger became rage.  Until the rage became utter chaos.  Until Nizizi could not stand the pressure of Its own death looming overhead like a martian dust storm. Its wings, though shredded, was outfitted with hooking claws of Its own.  Two in the back was all It used to once again throw off the hulking might of a predator.  Nizizi chose then, to run towards the safety and glow of the moon.


It ran straight into the Sea striping the sand with Its beautiful and very brightly colored blood. It ran so hard that it hit the velocity of a rolling wave and sank to Its knees in exhaustive relief.  The water, so unlike|similar to home, soothed Its frantic and fitful heart and soul.  The bear thing was not dead, just hungry.  And there it paced, fifty yards out in the sand.  Bleeding, limping, moaning about its escaped quarry, about its empty belly.  Hopeful, just like Nizizi, that it would get what it want.  Unfortunately for the thing, what they wanted was not in any way, shape, or form the same.

N I Z I Z I
die traumgötter brachten mich in eine landschaft

 

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