Dark.
Heavy.
Sharp.
Flickers of words other than ‘pain’ passed through the fog in Twilight’s brain to describe the sensations she felt, churned and mixed with the overriding sense of agony. At first they failed to persist long, lacking in urgency compared to the shock of impact. But all too soon … she grew numb to pain. Felt what else there was to feel …
And wished the pain was still enough to distract her.
In her nose, her mouth, water, dirt, nothing she could breathe. Choking, with futile desperation for air, her mind snapped to panic but her body failed to respond. Thus checked, a strange calm settled on her as she evaluated her situation.
That was an odd angle for her spine.
Some rock had gashed open her stomach, and her crushed body pressed against something slimy and vile-smelling. The urge to retch made the hacking of her throat no more pleasant.
That probably wasn’t the best angle for her wings to be at, either, thinking about it. They didn’t respond to her attempt to move them. Nothing below her neck did.
Dizzy. Likely blood loss. Good. Just a little longer and she’d pass out from it. Then she could stop
feeling
everything.