Overture Downs there is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness

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In her concenctration, she could vaguley detect the presence of another, hear his paws crunching the snowy ground and hear his hiss of a voice, but the task at hand was too important to stop. Mice were small but agile little creatures; should she invade their home and frighten them into fleeing, one second was all they'd need to escape. She couldn't afford to be distracted.

The hole was wide enough for her to make a move, and already, even with blurred vision, she could see the tiny creatures quickly trying to dart away. In one swift and precise movement, quick enough to look unnatural, her head dove for the mice, jaws snapping around two furry bodies and swiftly rising back up. At the same time, she felt movement beside her paw, resulting in the spectre quickly slapping it down on a third mouse. The rest of the creatures seemed invisible now, suggesting they'd either gotten away or the poorly sighted woman could not see them anymore. No matter; three would be enough.

Now satisfied with her catch, she turned her gaze up to the stranger, fixing the black blur of his form with wide, faded red eyes that reflected the moonlight in an eerie manner. She silently questioned his existance, her mouth too full to speak. Perhaps he'd introduce himself properly, now that she paid him attention?

Alas, she felt the creatures in her jaws wriggling determinedly, giving furious sqeaks of defiance as they tried to escape her grasp. The one under her paw tried to escape as well, providing far too many distractions for her liking. If this conversation was to continue (or start, rather), she'd need to ensure her meal was dead and not going anywhere. Being the gentle creature she was, instead of tightening her grip in one quick motion so as to end their lives as soon as possible, she slowly increased the pressure on their bodies. Her teeth gradually crushed the life out of the furry creatures, causing their squeaks to become more tortured and frantic, until her jaws finally came together and the pitiful sounds died altogether. She did the same to the one beneath her paw as this was happening, slowly increasing the pressure until a satisfying series of cracks was heard and it's cries were no more. Blood leaked down her lower jaw, and once she'd dropped the dead mice at her feet, she was slow and delicate with licking it off.

Nimue was not a torturous being that delighted in the tiny creatures' pain, she was just naively gentle, and never thought to consider the pain the mice must have felt. The wolf before her was more worthy of attention anyway.

"Are you another that travels by the Sister's light, brother?" Came her airy question, voice as light and distant as usual.
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