The Tangle [M] compelled

Will move on to a new thread for birth!

it hurt, and then it didn't. but she didn't end, and as the moments moved forward Sulukinak's horror only deepend in to something unfathomable and black.

awareness of her limbs and the fresh bruise bludgeoning of the stone, ebbed from her periphery. she became only a drowning face. gasping.

the ghost, presumably present to ferry her soul on to sedna's hungry belly, lingered and observed; she sensed eyes, unaware it was a man and his companion animal.

somehow clinging to consciousness - until her breaths were not air but clotted blood and rancid salt, and then she was quiet.

only the faintest shudder of autonomic breathing came after, somewhere between dead and alive.