Overture Downs there is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness

@Snake
Takes place before this thread.

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Mother Sun was still making her steady descent when Nimue roused, uncurling herself beneath a lone tree and opening her wide eyes just in time to see the last lights of day. The once pale blue sky had shifted to a dark violet with a dim line of orange and gold stretching above the hoirzon, the strict Mother's silent farewell, and wary signal for the Sister to take her place. A faint smile tugged at the albino's pink lips, for she regarded the sun's departure in the same way most would regard it's arrival; as a new beginning. The overbearing Mother always punished Nimue when she dared to travel beyond curefue, always harshly licking at the apparation with her fiery gold tongue, sending burns throughout the woman's sensitive body, forcing her to find shade until nightfall. It was Sister Moon that took her into a loving embrace, providing a cool night to dwell in and silvery moonbeams to light her path, and even with traces of the Mother still lingering in the sky, the white lady inwardly smiled at the Sister whom hung over her head, as illustrous and inviting as always. Nimue rose gracefully to her paws, gave her colorless coat a gentle shake, then set off at her usual trot, softly humming the Sister's eternal song.

The rabbit upon which she'd feasted the night before had long ceased to satisfy her, allowing those bothersome pangs to claw at her being and silence her dreamy fantasies. Even if this moonlit meadow appeared as an inviting playground to dance and sing in, to praise the Sister's loving light in, she could not delight herself in such actions without finding a meal to sate her hunger first. Though the ghostly woman was not a hateful creature, she'd grown to dispise these pesky cravings that kept her bound to the mortal plain, preventing her from prancing happily in the Sister's light where she belonged. Still, they had to be tended to, lest she wanted to lose her connection to the Sister entirely.

With pale red eyes that could only see blurs, she relied on her sesne of smell and sense of hearing to experience the world, and it would be these that aided her tonight. She lowered her pink nose to the ground, briefly recoiling at how frosty and cold the vegitation felt, and instantly set about trying to find some form of sustinance, all the while still humming. Beyond the overpowering scent of grass and flowers, mulitudes of prey scents flowed through her nostrils (this seemed to be a favored spot by the lesser creatures), but most were faded and not worth tracking. Many minutes passed and still, she found nothing. It was clear Sister Moon was up to her coy games again, masking the scents of food well with her icy night winds and forcing Nimue to search hard. Oh, did Her games ever end? She was always such a plafyul thing...

The ghostly creature would search many more minutes until finally, a scent worthy of her attention caught her: mice. The scent had been sudden and strong, forcing the apparation to halt suddenly and cease her humming, so as to focus on it. If she went too far in any direction, it quickly disappeared, making the scent's path quite narrow... a tunnel. Now more confidence, her humming picked up again, and the spectre silently drifted along the path, quickly coming up on a burrow. She only briefly stopped to tilt her head and consider the small structure (a pointless action, since she couldn't see anything anyway) before reaching a paw forward and beginning to dig the mice out. The cravings would be silenced soon enough, and then Nimue could have her fun!
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