Morningside Cuesta red as blood

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There was nary a single tree in sight, nor cave or rocky overhang in which to hide. All that spread out before the ghostly woman was a vast expanse of lush green grass, and though her blurry vision could not see the gradual slope in the distance, her experienced paws could feel the slope of the land, could feel what was to come, so it didn't concern her. Of course, being as detatched from the mortal realm as she was, very little ever did.

She did not usually traverse the land with a purpose, for the ever guiding Sister Moon watched over her path, taking Nimue's paws wherever they were destined to go. What happened happened. Where she went was were she went. Life was an unpredictable experience, a river that flowed freely and changed direction whenever it wanted, and she had never once tried to swim upstream. She went where she went and did so with great joy, almost always found with a dreamy look in her eyes and a joyous humm on her wispy voice, as she was now. 

Now, however, was a bit different. The mortal cravings of food had pulled her back down to the terra, back down to her hungry ivory casing. Usually, she could last quite a while without feeling these pangs, free to dream her dream and live on a higher plain, but she always had to give in eventually, lest she wanted to stop dreaming entirely. It was time to come back down and search for prey.

Without her vision, her other senses had grown highly keen, so tracking was rarely an issue, but the icy winds of the Sister's night seemed to be playing coy... They brought her no tantalyzing scents, none fresh enough to pursue anyhow, and occasionally the scent of another sister or brother would find her nose, but they too seemed faded... The white lady could only hope something would find her eventually, as the pangs were making it harder to even humm her eternal song...
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