The Unraveling - It Creeps

Had they just left the creature alone, perhaps all of this bloodshed would have been avoided. The wolves of the world were attacking the planty beast just because it was different, because it was "other." Star didn't agree with this by any means. She felt that she was "other" often enough with her disorder. For all they knew, the creature would have been placated with her offering of a meal. It could have been friendly. Now, it was forced to defend itself. It's life was at risk.

One wolf fell, then another. Starchild winced as blood flew, spattering the leaves where she was hiding. She hoped that the beast would retreat back into the hole that it had popped out of. She didn't want it to die. If there was some way to help the worm, she very well may have, but what could one little wolf do against an army?

Sadness in her heart, Star retreated further into the jungles of the isle. She could still hear the screams of pain from both the creature and the wolves seeking to kill it. Curling up beneath a thick palm, Star placed her paws over her ears and buried her face into her tail. This was all very nightmarish.

"Starchild"