[ the other wing explodes in a glorious spray of white and red. parts of her rain down like ash from a dying sky in a twisted world. she feels no pain just a deep sorrow as she still tries to pull herself along, long, thin fingers digging into hot dirt. mindless in her goal.
and then her chest erupts. for the first time, she lets out something of a strangled cry; a wail of grief that devolves into a soft, choking gurgle. she tries to keep going but her body has begun to fail. wilt. her shoulders droop as pieces of her fall out before her; bits of bone and chunks of red, wet flesh. she cannot pull herself along any further. she was spent. she was dying. a final wet whimper escapes her pale lips and stains them and the ground before her a brilliant ruby before she falls forward. still reaching.
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and then her chest erupts. for the first time, she lets out something of a strangled cry; a wail of grief that devolves into a soft, choking gurgle. she tries to keep going but her body has begun to fail. wilt. her shoulders droop as pieces of her fall out before her; bits of bone and chunks of red, wet flesh. she cannot pull herself along any further. she was spent. she was dying. a final wet whimper escapes her pale lips and stains them and the ground before her a brilliant ruby before she falls forward. still reaching.
and the hellish, choking heat fades. ]