The Tangle sedna.

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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.