The Grave Exalted
Nothing but silence.
Nothing but a cold weight in her limbs.
Nothing but the scarred memory of being attacked by that psycho doctor.
That’s when everything within her mind snapped like the tip of a whip and her body jolted in reaction. Rhea’s eyes opened and her lungs finally kicked back into gear, inhaling greedily, almost as if she had been drowning instead of enjoying the shallow breaths of sleep. She managed to roll onto her side and coughed several times before spitting up a mass of black spittle. She noticed the dark saliva and felt something worm around within the pit of her stomach, followed by the understandable rise of bile. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the sickness down and soon enough the black spittle- which hadn’t been absorbed by the ground- was mixed in with yellow ichor.
The second she was physically able, she clambered to her foot-paws and stood up, wavering slightly as the blood in her body shifted. Rhea