the only way out

Death was choking her; filling her lungs with his watery vengeance. She had murdered thousands for her greed, her pride. And did she show mercy? Not even the slightest utter of a halt command. Her Kingdom fell because her consorts betrayed her; preferred their former King. And now she was paying the price in the most gods forsaken place. Her nostrils dripped with excess moisture, her lungs aching from the unfamiliar humidity of this new place. She was used to dry air, heated directly by the sun. A disgusted sneer twisted her ivory and tawny mask as dull chartreuse pools bored blankly ahead. Lithe body, disfigured slightly by malnutrition, slipped gaudily through the vines and thick branches entwined above the ground. Dainty paws seeped into the ugly mud-ridden terrain, causing the occasional shiver of distaste down the queen's back. "And how am I supposed to see anything through this damned humid cloud storm?" Oh how she loathed all this new weather.