[private] the world as I know it is coming to an end [mature]

[Mazikeen]

Mazikeen feels the pain when she is bitten on her thigh but there are no emotions that inspire her to fight back or even cry out. She just flinches away, no longer filled with that stubbornness that refuses to allow her to give ground. But he is there still, kissing the wound and then the pain ends soon after so she settles again. There is no anger when he strikes her, no fear as he lunges at her. She manages to open her eyes and they are no longer just dull, they are dead things that watch him passively as he pins her to the ground. And when he kills her, she simply dies. No great fanfare, no snarling attempts at clinging to life. There are no flashes of colour across her skin because there is no longer anyone she loves enough to think of as she bleeds out in Hyaline for the third time. --- It is late in the next afternoon by the time she opens her eyes. Her skin has fused back together of its own will, healing all the major wounds and leaving the minor ones. Where he had bitten her the second time no longer bleeds but it has not healed over like where she had been torn open in her belly. Her exhaustion is almost entirely gone and she feels no joy at this realization. The first thing she sees is a small leg, formed enough to be recognizable but so fragile. Mazikeen knows that this is her baby, the one she hadn’t thought was even there. The one she created with the Curse - who had torn her open again. And she does not care. She blinks, looking away from the small piece of flesh and then she stands because that is what her instincts tell her to do. She moves away from the leg, from where she had died, but it is only to find grass that is not coated in blood so she can graze. And by the time her mouth has closed on the blades, she has forgotten the leg entirely. m a z i k e e n .