WIP: Tyr'ahnee on Treacherous Terrain pt5 (Patreon)

Fifth installment for Dethmetal

The high queen's hind quarters had finally settled fully into the quivering Martian quicksand, but her descent had only just started from there.  She started desperately clawing at the surface for even a hint of solid ground, but none could be reached from her position; only the soft, bubbling morass stretched out for many yards.  Does she have any hope of escape?  Or will her royal reign be smothered by the sands?