V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
The creature smelled of this planet.
A denizen who comes from the soil. A creature that has walked these trails, breathed the components of the atmosphere, and taken for granted the simplicity of being hailed from this world. Sure, these creatures might change location, terrain, or home, but they didn't understand the changing of elements. To suddenly have yourself choking as your suddenly in a world with an atmosphere richer than the space that Veil previously traveled. A shooting star trapped in the gravitational field of a planet unwilling to relinquish its claim on the intruder. No distance of flight, no altitude achieved could bring her far enough to break free.
The galaxies were out of reach.
Closed off except for the bits she was made of, the star in her chest that fed her more of the galatic dust that was converted into the energy her body, her systems needed. A constant compression from the small gravitational field with in herself, too small to enact a force on others, but strong enough to keep her body together, her systems created with an odd mix of galactic particles and condensed atoms for skeletal, and muscular structure, even as her vascular system seemed comprised more of dust and star residue than normal bodily floods. She had bled upon her landing, her blood an odd black-purple, gleaming with the dust particles that glittered like stars trapped with in her nebula of colors.
Her colors were a part of her.
Stamped into her pelt, swirled into her blood, ghosted off her mane, tail, feathers. A constant swirl that when she ignored her features and just focused on the Nebula remnants, she could almost pretend none of this had happened. Not the crash. Not the solitude of her youth. Not the black hole. That she was back in the heavens, another Nebula in the galaxy.
The other stared.
Veil couldn't blame her. How many stars would one find on this planet, trapped into a body not their own, forced to breath, to eat, to live in a state of half-life. It was with slow steps, measured and fluid in the water that allowed more buoyancy- reminding her of space - but as soon as she was far enough out, the gravity weighed down on her again. Steps became more heavy, awkward, like a foal learning to walk through the thickest of mud for the first time. Stepping fully out of the water, she was surprised in the earthlings actions of noting her imprints, she was no ghost.
Even if she felt unconnected to this earthen plane.
She could feel the gaze the attention on her, knew the other was surprised, many where when presented with a fallen star, a remnant of the universe trapped in place upon a hostile world. Well not hostile, but still difficult.
Her gaze turned away.
She wasn't like them, she knew that. She felt it when they spoke to deaf ears, when they did things she didn't understand, when she stood like the lone space rock suspended with out anything to orbit. A lost star wanting to be home again.
Noise, soft, low, acknowledging.
The other was making the sounds these creatures used for communication. Veil turned her gaze, before hearing a familiar sound, followed by a strange one. It was part of the greeting noises, though she couldn't figure out what each noise meant. The other was silent and Veil wondered if that was it, an otherwise dismissal. And then the other spoke again, her noises layered with so much emotion Veil froze for a moment.
The wind picked up, swirling galaxy dust around the two.
But Veil paid it little mind. Comfort. Acknowledgement. Reassurance. Soft Yellow, warmth, sympathy, yellow and warm, yellow and warm, yellow and warm. It lightened her heart, like a star was suddenly twinkling with her, letting her know she wasn't alone. But this creature wasn't a star, yet she would offer such emotions to the mare.
Veil stepped forward.
Her muzzle drew up in a soft, grateful smile, her eyes sparkling like the galaxies in the heavens, pinks and purples and whites. She said nothing, even as her muzzle touched the shoulder of the mare, soft and gentle, returning the warmth, the understanding, the silent comoradarie being offered, emotions continuing to swell.
For a moment, Veil didn't need to stare wistfully to the sky.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes::
A denizen who comes from the soil. A creature that has walked these trails, breathed the components of the atmosphere, and taken for granted the simplicity of being hailed from this world. Sure, these creatures might change location, terrain, or home, but they didn't understand the changing of elements. To suddenly have yourself choking as your suddenly in a world with an atmosphere richer than the space that Veil previously traveled. A shooting star trapped in the gravitational field of a planet unwilling to relinquish its claim on the intruder. No distance of flight, no altitude achieved could bring her far enough to break free.
The galaxies were out of reach.
Closed off except for the bits she was made of, the star in her chest that fed her more of the galatic dust that was converted into the energy her body, her systems needed. A constant compression from the small gravitational field with in herself, too small to enact a force on others, but strong enough to keep her body together, her systems created with an odd mix of galactic particles and condensed atoms for skeletal, and muscular structure, even as her vascular system seemed comprised more of dust and star residue than normal bodily floods. She had bled upon her landing, her blood an odd black-purple, gleaming with the dust particles that glittered like stars trapped with in her nebula of colors.
Her colors were a part of her.
Stamped into her pelt, swirled into her blood, ghosted off her mane, tail, feathers. A constant swirl that when she ignored her features and just focused on the Nebula remnants, she could almost pretend none of this had happened. Not the crash. Not the solitude of her youth. Not the black hole. That she was back in the heavens, another Nebula in the galaxy.
The other stared.
Veil couldn't blame her. How many stars would one find on this planet, trapped into a body not their own, forced to breath, to eat, to live in a state of half-life. It was with slow steps, measured and fluid in the water that allowed more buoyancy- reminding her of space - but as soon as she was far enough out, the gravity weighed down on her again. Steps became more heavy, awkward, like a foal learning to walk through the thickest of mud for the first time. Stepping fully out of the water, she was surprised in the earthlings actions of noting her imprints, she was no ghost.
Even if she felt unconnected to this earthen plane.
She could feel the gaze the attention on her, knew the other was surprised, many where when presented with a fallen star, a remnant of the universe trapped in place upon a hostile world. Well not hostile, but still difficult.
Her gaze turned away.
She wasn't like them, she knew that. She felt it when they spoke to deaf ears, when they did things she didn't understand, when she stood like the lone space rock suspended with out anything to orbit. A lost star wanting to be home again.
Noise, soft, low, acknowledging.
The other was making the sounds these creatures used for communication. Veil turned her gaze, before hearing a familiar sound, followed by a strange one. It was part of the greeting noises, though she couldn't figure out what each noise meant. The other was silent and Veil wondered if that was it, an otherwise dismissal. And then the other spoke again, her noises layered with so much emotion Veil froze for a moment.
The wind picked up, swirling galaxy dust around the two.
But Veil paid it little mind. Comfort. Acknowledgement. Reassurance. Soft Yellow, warmth, sympathy, yellow and warm, yellow and warm, yellow and warm. It lightened her heart, like a star was suddenly twinkling with her, letting her know she wasn't alone. But this creature wasn't a star, yet she would offer such emotions to the mare.
Veil stepped forward.
Her muzzle drew up in a soft, grateful smile, her eyes sparkling like the galaxies in the heavens, pinks and purples and whites. She said nothing, even as her muzzle touched the shoulder of the mare, soft and gentle, returning the warmth, the understanding, the silent comoradarie being offered, emotions continuing to swell.
For a moment, Veil didn't need to stare wistfully to the sky.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes::
Could you be my super nova girl?
