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Bijou
Cowering under her sheets, Bijou put a pillow over her head and tried to block out all of the noise the very best that she could. She HATED noise, it was too much for her sensitive hearing.
The compound where she lived with her ‘family' had devolved into complete chaos over her ‘golden child' brother, Elric's fuck-ups yet again.
By any normal standards, he should be locked up in prison for a long, long time but Daddy and Mommy kept bailing his stupid ass out. That meant he never had to face any of the repercussions of his own stupid actions.
Meanwhile, she could fart in the wrong direction and get told what a fucking horrible disappointment she was. Nothing she ever did was good enough.
Growing up with Elric was a complete nightmare, he was two years younger than her. As soon as he was born, her parents threw her aside in favor of him. She and Elric were called ‘Changelings', they were a canine type race with the ability to shapeshift. They lived in one of many royal compounds on the planet Crysoria.
There were many different tribes, all of them were slightly different and varied in appearance. All of the different tribes shared the ability to shapeshift. Though each tribe had slightly different forms, they all used the ability in the same way.
It was treated as a defence mechanism and very difficult to control. A Changelings' true form was a sacred thing, usually only seen by others when unconditional trust had been achieved.
Otherwise, most Changelings remained in some sort of cross between their ‘real forms’ and ‘bestial forms'. She tended to walk around looking mostly human with her ears and tails out. She had crazy, curly dark brown hair and bright amber eyes. She also had gold tattoos swirling up her arms that signified her royal status.
Her egotistical freak of broth other hand, liked to appear more bestial. He often donned a from that was digidgrade and furry. Complete with fangs and snout. He also sported the mark of royalty wrapped around his upper arms.
Thinking himself better than everyone, he looked down upon other with lesser status like they were dirt between his toes. He even did the same to her.
As far as she was concerned, her parents created a fucking monster and she was forced to put up with it every single day of her miserable life.
Unfortunately, like most other races she knew about, males were always favored over females when choosing heirs. Royal females were often given to suitable mates to produce strong pups with good genes and lineage.
As soon as her parents found her a suitable suitor, she would be shipped off to become a piece of meat only good for what her uterus could produce. If she was being honest with herself, she was petrified at the prospect of becoming a baby factory for some asshole twice her damn age.
Fuck that noise. She knew that she had to get out of this place somehow.
Suddenly, all of noise and chaos increased and she decided that she had enough. She had to figure out a way out before she ran out of time.
The chaos and noise was the perfect cover for her to try and escape.
Concentrating as hard as she could, she felt her body begin to change into that of a small brown wolf-like canine with overly large ears, big amber eyes and a fluffy bifurcated tail. It was a trait unique to her, no other changeling had a tail quite like hers and she liked it that way because it made her unique.
Hoping off of her bed, she made her way to her bedroom door (trying to minimize the noise her nails made on the hard stone floor) and managed to nose it open.
Exiting her room, she snuck down to the throne room where the majority of the chaos was coming from.
Her curiosity was getting the better of her and she decided to find out just what in the hell her brother did to create such an uproar.
Reaching the throne room, she was excited to see that the door was left ajar enough for her to squeeze into the room. It took a fair bit of manoeuvring but she managed to wedge herself through the small space.
Once inside the room, she scurried behind a giant pillar in the far end of the large room.
Peering around the large pillar, she saw that her brother cuffed and in the hands of a bounty hunter. Somehow, she wasn't shocked by the scene unfolding in front of her. He was nothing but a fuck up that could barely function as a grown adult in any capacity no thanks to all of her stupid parents coddling.
Her large ears swivelled around like satellite dishes trying to pick up what was being said.
It seemed her brother was protesting at being ‘treated like common trash' and her parents protesting the amount they had to pay the bounty hunter in order to get their ‘baby' back. Go figure.
She rolled her eyes internally, this was not the first time this type of situation had happened.
Her brother was an giant asshole and her parents were greedy assholes. This bounty hunter should have saved himself the trouble and just dumped Elric into a sarlacc pit.
Having had enough of listening to her stupid brother and shitty parents make giant assholes of themselves, she decided to turn her attention to the bounty hunter instead.
He was male, she knew as much from his stature and his smell.
He smelt unusually good, a mix of metal, spiciness and something completely masculine. His smell seemed to out compete any other smell in the room, no other individual she had come across in her short life smelled quite like he did.
He was Mandalorian, she could tell that much.
He wore Mandalorian armor made of Beskar from head to toe. It was silver and shiny. He had a blaster at his hip, he wore a bandolier and, she saw that there was something going on with the gauntlet on his right hand. His fingers were curled around the fob that kept her brother restrained.
He was unlike anybody she had ever saw before in her whole life. As she continued to watch him, she formulated a plan in her head.
He obviously had to have gotten her brother back here somehow, so that meant he had a ship in the hangar of the compound.
That was her ticket off of this hell hole of a planet, she would simply stay in this form and sneak onto his ship when he was ready to leave.
She was so small, she was sure she could hide in the Mandalorian’s ship until he made another stop and then she could sneak off.
It was risky, but anything was better than being stuck in this place.
From what she knew of the Mandalorian race, they were no-nonsense and loyal to their creed. They were tough, efficient in battle and knew their way around a weapon.
If he found her, the result would likely be a blaster shot in the face.
At this point, a shot in the face was better than being a baby factory for an old piece of shit.
A way out was a way out and this might be her only chance to escape.
It was time to run.