This is the first of a short story series of crafts I twas inspired to do, do to brother  anmorph influence. Each craft shall have a small part of a tale to my star wars personifcations story, this is how my youngling togruta's self started out at an importaint factor. After this its all straight to the stories with each craft, lol

Do note, I do not agree with the real acts of such happenings that happend to my youngling togruta's self in real life.

-Part First. Start-

The Savannah of the planet Shili, warm and a bit humid, perhaps the signs of an upcoming rain. But to the youngling, it was forboding, almost as if it where his future, inside a hungry beasts belly. A small part of his mind wondered, even cursing a bit his tribe for his current way of being. But his peoples teachings pushed that aside, it was the Togruta's way to leave those who could not keep up or play their parts behind, the most of his youthful mind cursed his own weaknesses.

"Why must my body be so weak and useless.."

That is the younglings words, for that is what his own self doubt left his mind to say. He had horrid vision, which grew weaker by the length of his lifespan, his own body was weak in strenght. His determination to survive was even as weak, unable to bring himself to help hunt the small creatures his people fed upon, even less to deal painful blows. They did not hate him, they gave the youngling like all others their chances, but the Togruta's were more akin to the ways of nature. The strong survived, the weak were to be left behind.

The youngling tensed, looking about as he heard the turu-grass around his new little "home" russle, nothing more then a curious Thimiar, which once it saw its orange skinned "preditor" quickly made itself scarce, vanishing just as the younglings hand tried to reach to it. "Please come back! I wont eat you..please?"

This feeling was something he barely knew of personally, but knew what it was. Togruta's were in best when within a group, lonelyness was almost a sickness to some. And the youngling felt it creep and form itself into the pit of his stomach, for a moment he thought he did indeed eat the small prey.

His left arm gripped about his right, a sting crept its way across the flesh of the small limb. It occured every now and again, but during the nights that his mind was tormented in his sleep, nightmares that made him howl so bad that the tribe would have him cloth his own mouth to keep from calling the attention of near by Akul. Now, he had to fear for himself even in his hours of sleep.

"..Someone..please..just dont leave me alone.."

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