It started as a tickle in the pit of her belly, always making her laugh, which was deceiving since this tickle happened each time she began to decompose. Decomposing was peculiar that way because her insides would wriggle and squirm, then pucker and cave in on themselves as organs ran dry. Her skin would turn white, much to her chagrin, as she loved the normal golden tan color of her sun kissed skin. Then it would harden like leather and became grey. Eventually the skin would become brittle and crack and crumble off her bones as dust. Bones was what she always resorted to in the end, as heart beats and blood would fade. All that would be left were her soft brown eyes, and even those would deflate of life, decay and sink into nothing but two hollowed black pits inside her skull. And it was always after that her body returned back to its unanimated form of rest.
Recomposing was just as ghastly as decomposing, as it was always unimaginably strange each time it happened. Imagine your innards as deflated, nonexistent balloons that suddenly receive a blow of oxygen. They would prickle with life, stretch and grow and groan and crack as the lady would bloom into the former Essyrni beauty she had once been. Where ragged, dust hardened hair once lay withered on her head, it would turn almost liquid with it's shiny black ringlets of curls while the rest of her body glowed with a richness and vibrancy of life. It was one of these such occasions that she found herself: recomposed.
Gasping, she sprung up in her sarcophagus, lungs burning with the renewed energies of life. But her eyes were going buggered, wide like a fish, mouth gaping so terribly wide that it hurt. Choking on the very real air she was suddenly able to breath, the woman began to cough out the bug that had been trying to nibble away at the former decaying remains inside her throat.
Recomposing was always so jarring, and the poor young woman heaved forward as she gave a dry wretch, curly bunches of rich black hair falling over her bare shoulders. Then she shivered, lips trembled as she brought the back of her wrist to her mouth and sighed. Shivering again, she peered down at her body and gave a start as nasty wrappings, dry, crunchy and crumbling with decay, began to shed away from her body like dry leaves, exposing her in partial nudity. This was always the first thing that jolted her, (after the initial shock and intake of blood and air, naturally!), as she hugged a hand across her chest and began to look around, body heaving with breathe as she began to study the figures around her in the dimness of the room. Normally, a sense of recognition would wash over her and she would remember her story all too clearly. Something had happened. She had died, and here she was, alive from the grave, somehow doing the same process all over again! Only this time, the familiarity of the room was not there, and an alienated coldness washed over her.
Trembling, shivering, the young reborn mummy woman lifted her head, though one could suppose the mummy was no longer there, as she was hardly dead looking, as brown eyes studied this strange world that held a group of unknown men with blue caps upon their heads- or at least that's what she thought she saw. Yes, by now she should have been reclaiming the fragmented memories, piece by piece, the story of her tomb, her things and- It was then she gave a start. Her things! Where on earth had they gone? Turning away from where she sat she began to panic, the newly reborn heart inside her chest beating rapidly as she began to look around.
"Where... where am I?" Is what she meant to say, in common- but it was hard to forget old habits, for her words came out in Ancient Essyrni instead, as large eyes sparkled with insecurity, confusion and fear, while her body, evidently cold as she hugged onto herself, trembled.
