~ A Crux Fantasy ~
A breath. A small breath. Small, but painful. Her head was craned backwards upon her thin and delicate neck. Her mouth open, and longing for air. The warm breath came, and it coursed through her dry and chapped lips, over her parched tongue, and then down into her strained lungs. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her vision transiently blurred. Her chest expanded and her thirst for air was transiently quenched, albeit with much pain. But that was...
Cruciamen - - Barb's Crux