One foot on the ground, one foot in the grave

She had come north in search of something to deter the bugs that had taken up residence in the bamboo with the colder weather. Making it as far as fern gulley, she had decided to bunk down for the night, or at least, until the shaking of the earth roused her from her slumber.

She supposed her lower centre of gravity helped her for once as she clung to the earth through the quaking night. When the sun finally rose, it was with a sickly red-hue and she scowled at the sky, supposing that since she was already here, she should check out what was going on so she could report to Tori when she got home.

The sight that met her eyes was otherworldly beneath the red glow of the strange sun. Fear ran a cold clawed hand down her spine, a shiver racking her frame... like someone just walked over her grave.

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