hungry, hungry hippos

After moving into Elysium, Nimue found herself wandering outside of the packlands on most days. For a while, she kept running into that lady who wanted to teach things and the ragtag group of students who listened to her. But Nimue had quickly grown bored of her lessons, and decided to avoid the east and head toward the north. Might as well check it out before winter comes. She wasn’t built to withstand frigid temperatures, so visiting the north in the middle of the winter would be a no-go. So, now was the time.

She’d been drawn by the overpowering smell of sulfur, as it was a foreign scent to her. That, and there was an uncanny amount of warmth resonating from the earth, which was something she hadn’t experienced before. It seemed to come from an entrance to a subterranean labyrinth, and for a moment, Nimue considered going inside- but that plan quickly changed. A woman’s voice yelling out caught her attention, the bellowing of a hippo following right after. Oh, she’d fought one of those before. She thought about ignoring the commotion, but damn, what fun would that be? Might as well spill some blood before exploring the hellish domain below.

Turning on her heels, Nimue runs after the commotion, finding two other women standing off with the nasty beast. It looked slimy and disgusting, and Nimue pulled her lips back into a sneer, nose scrunching at the smell. Yuck. Still, she’d join them in the battle, circling around to the hippo’s flank in search of an opening.

"Nimue Vasanti"