falling, falling | rise from the grave

[SOJOURN]

A snap of bone, a sharp and jagged movement. The creeping of a smile against gums and showing teeth. Dragging herself up from the sucking ground as it shivered and pushed away from her. Back legs shifted and stepped onto solid ground and she sucked in a breath. A single one before she allowed dirt and mud to crawl up from her throat and spill from parted jaws. Oh being dead was no fun. No good. It had been awful and boring. Disgusting. Repulsive. Shaking herself once and then again the woman blinked, eyes rolling and following the sound of voices that spoke her name. Those hellish eyes focused first on the smaller one. A name escaping her enraptured mind and then her eyes shifted and focused on the lion. Her gaze swept over him and a shiver raced down her spine. Familiarity.

Family.

A sudden laughter spilled from her maw as she answered the both of them. "Who else? Who else?!" Her words croaked from her throat like the rattle of bones as she slowly advanced toward them. A thick forked tongue slide from her jaws as she allowed her blackened gaze to rake over them. Once and then twice before she paused in her steps. She remember her fall, she remembered her death. Her face fell then and then her gaze narrowed. "Are you dead too? Although I feel...much too alive again. Haha...ahaha..."