Wapun Meadow hunger sated

Gonna let her get injured, but don't want her dead, y'know. c;

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With each step closer the woman took, Nimue took a step backwards. When the aggressive set of jaws snapped shut in front of her, she jumped and took two steps back, another barely audible yelp parting her lips. 

The stranger's words made no sense. What was supposed to be a compliment came out as something sickening and sinister, bringing this femme's intentions into frightening clarity as she continued to step forward with menace. Even the way she said sister did not bring comfort, but rather seemed like threatening mockery, as if the stranger sought to snap at Sister Moon herself.

Nimue took a peaceful approach to life for many reasons. One being that she constantly lived in a fantasy, her mind always drifting in some higher realm, oblviious to the concerns of mortals. Her mortality was easily put aside when the eternal song of Sister Moon constantly hummed in the spectre's brain, always hinting at something more important. Then there was the fact that her appearance unsettled many, causing them to regard her as a curse, or something just as wicked, that they dared not to approach. Therefore, attacks were rare, so she didn't have enough experience to live in fear of them.

When attacks did happen, however, such as now, her usually dreamy mind would transform into something extremely different: animalistic terror. She'd be hit with so many foreign emotions at once that her sanity would dissolve, and the world would start to rapidly spin around her, making the otherwise serene woman lose her mind.

Her heart hammered, her breathing became ragid, and her paws could not remain on the ground for more than a mere second. When the next lunge came, she made to spring back, but was not quick enough. The hungry femme's jaws snapped shut around her lower right forearm, causing yet another airy scream of pain to emmit from the ghost's throat. Each sharp tooth dug deep into her pink skin, creating a torturous vice around her arm that soon began to leak crimson blood. More yelps escaped her throat as she desperately tried to pull away, each time sounding fuller and fuller as the panic continued to seize her, each tug making the pain worse and worse.

"LET GO OF ME!" She shrieked, her voice having grown raspy and grating instead of light and pleasant. 
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