Phobos
Hot Headed

Fragile Hearts Snuffed by Wicked Thoughts
Lothal
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The Ashspawn had been drifting from planet to planet, hiding on transports to go where her instincts told her she should be. Unfortunately her luck as of late had been drawn particularly thin. She had found something terrible in this new place she had found herself, one that seemed to cause wounds to her very soul. She could still see the terrible spines and razor sharp claws, hidden within the depths of that temple-place. It's very presence seemed to cause Phobos a great deal of pain. It spoke to her, not in a way she comprehended. Terrible things, it whispered, the only true meaning of them dread and hatred. Then it's ghastly talons ripped into her. Her body was composed of ash and didn't usually feel pain, yet these wounds left behind black gashes across her body that were slow to heal, still lingering. A smokey purple haze seemed to leak out from these injuries. Phobos didn't even know she could get wounded.
She had only just barely managed to throw it into that pit with the Force. Now she was a mess, covered in gashes in an alleyway, setting herself on a discarded bench under the balcony of an abandoned business. Worse yet, as though to spite her, rain had begun to fall from above. Should she leave the refuge of the balcony her fire was sure to go out and temporarily sever her connection to the Force. It would take her weeks to heal if that occurred.
Why had the creature hurt her? It almost seemed like it had been created to destroy her, an entity which she could neither truly defeat nor defend herself from. What was she then? A being so fragile she seemed to fall apart in the face of malice, surely she was not truly meant to exist. Phobos sighed as she ran her fingers along the hem of her plain white dress. It had suffered damage as well, three claw-marks notable along her abdominal region. Not to mention it was filthy. The young woman let out an empty breath, having no lungs to fulfill a reflex that felt organic to her. All she could really do was curl up on the bench and wait for the rain to pass.
Then where would she go? What was she even traveling for. What even was she?
Maybe she should just rest a little...