Odymn shrieks.
Dives into the green.
Pulls ferns by the roots.
Reveals a hole at her feet.
Dark cavity
plunges into nothingness.
All around her,
the grating of marl —
chitin, fidget and chill.
On her knees, she reaches
into the burrow.
Flattens, dives
head-first into the hole.
The tunnel tight,
bent to the right and upward.
Odymn wiggles in reverse.
Pulls herself to standing.
The Slain's right boot in her hand.
Her arms streaked with blood.
The crimson blood
of the Slain.
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Meniscus: One Point Five - Forty Missing Days
Science FictionAfter the Slain is shot, Odymn and an Argenop elder work together to try and return him to good health. As they journey towards the Themble, survival is a challenge. Odymn must add to her foraging skills and survive an attack by the vicious kotildi...
