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sedna. - Sulukinak - April 27, 2025
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it was dark.
it was cold, too.
she was asleep - no, she was dreaming.
no, she was dying.
and she woke to the sharpness of contractions, gritting bloodied teeth;
eyes rolling in her head, she was a thing possessed.
give them to me! the wind howled.
this is what you owe! this is what must be given!
give me tribute, and you may live!
one child sluices from sulukinak and in to the darkness of the bloody tangle.
·Irailaq, sedna calls, and the soul is sucked free. the body left behind is distorted, it is wrong - unfinished.
then there is stillness for what might be hours, before the shiver of her haunches betray the would-be mother.
it is not enough!
give me the others!
give me all!
the wailing of the wind rivals the pitiful cry of sulukinak, pleading for it to be over. the sisters arrive as a tangled pair — ·Panik... Tusakruna — beneath the starless sky, that blackness which seeps in among the weald, these two newborns seeking the first touch of their mother are met only with the ever-dark.
RE: sedna. - Cambria - April 27, 2025
He stayed as long as he could—much, much longer than he ever would’ve anticipated. She kept breathing, day after night after day. But eventually, Cambria couldn’t bear it any longer. He was hungry, thirsty and forever altered.
Unaware of the proverbial phoenixes rising from the ashes, Cambria stalked away only moments before their emergence. Wyvern tried to alert him from where she perched on the cliffs. But he merely thought she was scolding him. He tuned her out—tuned out everything—and walked away.
Hoping this is okay, let me know if not! Leaving it open for someone with a heart to come save them.
RE: sedna. - Sobeille - April 27, 2025
wind comes from the east and there is blood upon it.
sobeille followed it stiffly, the wounds on her face still moist. she grimaces as a thorn snags one and reopens a welt of freeflowing blood; but it is not her blood that worries her.
she froze as a cry pierced the night air and rerouted towards it. the scent grew thicker, mixed with something else -- the putrid smell of birth and death.
what is this she comes across? sobeille's eyes adjust to the dark and the horror of it. first, an impossibly small body resembling a lithopedion; disfigured and hideous.
beyond it coiled another body; larger and emanating a fading warmth.
a woman.
sobeille did not react right away to the two children she saw squirming by her hind end. both were encased in caul, their wobbling heads contorting the thin sheath that made the difference between their life
and their death.
another scent pervaded the air slick with amniotic fluid and blood. a male.
sobeille's gaze flickered around them; the screen of thorns and shadows too thick to pierce.
making up her mind, the emerald seized the first child between her teeth. the power of her own instinct surprised her; it told her to pull back the membrane and lick until the babies bodies were warm to the touch.
RE: sedna. - Tusakruŋa - April 27, 2025
TY for the rescue! Welcome to the world, twinsies.
she did not know the difference between her mother's womb and the stranger's arms. awareness was weeks away. time meant nothing—hell, the little beast wasn't even finished yet!
alas, here she was. one of a pair—freed, now, by careful teeth and a warm tongue. was this the sedna that whispered in the womb? was this the hungry mouth intent on devouring her?
RE: sedna. - Seselkw - April 27, 2025
panik.
the word means 'daughter' in her mother's tongue — a voice she will never hear. for as her life begins, sulukinak's ends, and the circle of life continues anew,
albeit abruptly.
children should outlive their parents, yes, but not at this juncture. not at this cost.
the dark girl slips from the womb, slick and silent. she would die, too, were it not for the stranger come to pierce the veil between the old world and the new, freeing panik's lungs to
b r e a t h e
yet, even after that first wet gasp, no sound comes. no reassurance of life beyond the slight rise and fall of a tiny ribcage.
instinct shuffles the babe toward a row of teats, but it's just that — instinct. a mindless churning of little legs; a helpless, gaping maw seeking sustenance.
instinct — the genes and means to survive, at least . . . if not the will.
RE: sedna. - Sobeille - April 27, 2025
the first; sobeille had never witnessed so small a thing. even her little toes were in a world of miniature.
sobeille had never been this close to birth, not since her own and she certainly recalled none of it.
she placed the first -- black coat slick as a seal diving through the waves -- at the woman's side. a thought bolted through her mind as she worked: if the woman was dead, could they still glance? a brief glance at her crumpled body and sobeille turned back to the one still remaining.
the second gasped once and only once. sobeille believed her dead until she saw the faintest sliver of lifting in her rib cage. this one was black too; reminding her of an otter as it leapt from the bank.
both were placed gingerly at their dead mother's teat. how long before the milk soured?
sobeille's heart churned as she remembered that maman was not here to to help them.
RE: sedna. - Tusakruŋa - April 27, 2025
placed next to the body of their mother, there was little sign of awareness.
the steady rhythm of breath, the occasional twitch of a bulbous head, but no instinct to eat. it was still warm here next to sulukinak, at least for a little longer.
the smallest gap in the void - a mouth - opened and drank a gulp of air, and after a moment the little one gave a tiny awrrrr sound, struggling against the rounded side of the dead woman's belly.
RE: sedna. - Sobeille - May 07, 2025
though her first idea was to call for help, an ancient instinct warned her against it. she recalled the scent of the male on the ridge. had he done this?
both babes freed of their caul, sobeille wrestled with what to do. she listened as they suckled and whined, at least resolving herself to an idea so harebrained it might actually work.
knowing that nursing was imperative, sobeille waited for them both to suckle their fill. with their bellies full and fur dried, she would bring them to sapphique.
maman may not be here any longer, but sobeille was mireille’s daughter through and through. between her and yura, she would know what to do.
skipping w permission to fade <3