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Everything was a blur. If she had the strength to sob, she would have; but even something as simple as breathing proved to become more and more difficult with every moment that passed her by. Her vision had gone long ago, and to save her eyes from the blurry shadows that confused her mind and from the mud underneath her, she kept her eyes closed tight. She wished only to lay there and welcome her death which seemed to hover over her like a warm, black, velvet cloak, reaching out it's spidery fingertips to envelop her into it's grasp of eternal release. At first, Tani couldn't even bring herself to lift her head from the sloshing mud beneath her, determined to stay put in the 'trench' her body had created when she fell to the wet ground. She could hear a voice close to her, and though the words were nothing but blurred, irritating sounds similar to that of a swarm of bees, she could tell the voice was addressing her. Then, a hand reached out and touched her arm tentatively and gently, this time forcing Tani to turn her head to the side and open her eyes.

Streams of mud fell from the top of her head that had been trapped between the bone-like notches at the top of her skull, but she didn't even seem to notice as her big eyes were focused upon the female closest to her. The first thing Tani noticed aside from the gender differences of the angles in her human-like face were her eyes, offering a sort of condolence to her. Tani had to wonder; was she the one that had started the initial commotion when the Ebolorian's had her tied to the pole?

Unable to exercise that thought any longer, Tani allowed her question to slide away for her to notice the two large horns protruding from the female's skull. Tani didn't even have to see her light, 'feathery' ear tips to know that she was what her and many other species referred to as Dragon Born, or simply Dragon. Her own race, the Rhevarian's, had no quarrel with the Dragon's so Tani felt no amount of anxiousness or fear in her that would cause for her to return to the fight-or-flight stage she had demonstrated earlier, and let her hard blue head rest back down into the mud, feeling her eyelids threatening to flutter closed once more against her will.

"I sew. I sew your back if you return to my cell. The surgeons at the arena's exit..."

Tani's glazed over eyes filtered back to alertness, able to catch the dialect of the language the Dragon was speaking, if only bits and pieces. Whilst in the process of trying to translate the words into her own tongue, the sound of a heavy object splashing hard into the mud brought Tani to crane her neck and lift it a good six inches off the ground to spot the source of the noise and her eyes quickly found an Ebolorian head, dismembered and still twitching as the electrical current through the alien's nerve endings fought frantically for communication with the rest of it's body.

Tani would have liked to admit that the sight of the decapitation brought some sense of justice to herself, or even that vengeance had been made, however the only thing Tani felt at that moment was the saliva that began to accumulate at the corners of her blue lips, and then suddenly without warning, followed up by a river of bile she was forced to release into the mud where her head had just been.

Once she had emptied all the contents of her stomach, she closed her eyes, keeping her head lifted, and began to pray in her own native tongue, for surely Hell would have been a welcoming step up from Home Planet.

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