Lick My Wounds
The pain throbs in her guts, it's deep and warm, but not in a nice way. It feels like someone has their claw in there and are squeezing her organs either gently or as hard as they can. When it wanes she can squirm, when it returns she can only hold still and breathe, breathe slow and deep until it has passed. There was crimson liquid staining her tendrils here and there but her abdomen was purple and lumpy where it should be smooth. Every step felt like a nail bomb exploding in her innards and it was so much better to just lay here on the ground. If it wasn't for her siblings the babe would curl right up here in the jungle and let the Gods take her away to the next life, but she promised they will never be apart, she promised that they will never abandon each other again, so she must survive, if not for her than for them. Pain was invisible, subjective and open dispute unless it is one's own pain. Aches were worse, always taken to be less then they are and hardly ever thought of without the possibility of the sufferer magnifying their woes. Sometimes she thought the reaction a person has to another's pain tells more about that person than they'd like. And on this day the Gods and Goddesses above have proved her it was indeed the truth. There was a voice calling her from beyong the grave. She mustn't go into the light, that was as much as she knew but who was this voice? Who could it be? Father? No. Impossible. They called her name for a second and third time and in that moment orange pomegranate optics opened slightly in order to release a blurry visage in front of them. Setekh? Her beloved brother was in front of her name, calling her name desperately. What is with this voice? Are you crying? The babe thought to herself as she could barely observe through her fiery gaze. What was he doing here? The babe was is in so much pain her complexion was ashen. Her natural isebelline-white tissues has sunken in tone to something so grey and lifeless. Slowly she tried to get her crown up to look at him properly but quickly realized how futile it was when she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her jaws clenched as her crown hit the ground one more time, her claws digging in the ground in order to attempt to ease the sharp pain that lanced through her head. Colorful spots flashed in front of her eyes, it felt like her whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. But where was he going? What did he said? She could not hear a thing with all the agony. Don't leave me Setekh She laid on the ground as he departed, her optics watching her through blurry eyes and flashes of color, whinning ever step he made fore he was abandoning here there, in the jungle. Her visage closed in a grimace, every few minutes she would whine, it had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. Then she would go quiet, just panting, breathing slowly as another wave of pain passed. Before long he appeared before her again like a saviour, like a hero, like the goddamn God that he was. Her brother, her love, her Setekh. Oh how handsome her was. How Godly. He poured something on her? What was it. It was wet. Her visage closed in a grimace once again. Water? |
