It was a pleasant day. The wind breezed through the tall trees, playing the nostalgic melody of ocean waves, and the sun shining down through the leaves caused dapples of sunlight to dance like a festival of fairies on the shadowy forest floor. These things could not, however, dispel the growing unease of the city.

Nineveh was hungry.

The hulking form of the walking city moved with a slow and deliberate gait, ramparts nosily pushing through the interlocked branches of the trees where she couldn't find a way to delicately pass through some opening. The cracking and snapping ruined the ambiance provided by the wind and left broken limbs and twirling leaves in an ugly smear behind her that only served to partially cover the footprints left in the soft earth from her great weight. She reached up and dislodged a twisting branch that had gotten jammed in one of her doorways, tossing it haughtily behind her. She was halfway to just charging on ahead like the generals of old, but that was probably just the hunger. Nineveh didn't get hungry like a person. She got hungry like a city. She didn't get a rumbly stomach. She got a feeling of annoyed unease, that gave way to fear, that gave way to panic and violence at the most extreme edge she had ever been too. She didn't have any idea what came next. Well, as a matter of fact she did. What she didn't know is how it applied to her as a person. She didn't have any peers to tell her what happened when a violent revolution or mass emigration happened inside your own mind and she had no interest in knowing what it felt like first hand. 

With another cascade falling debris she found herself standing, mercifully, before a stream. That was good. Follow a source of water long enough and you would eventually find some civilization where you could trade for essential things like food. She stepped forward, eager to get a drink to at least have something in her storehouse, when she noticed the two beings to either side of her. Her long stride had brought her directly between the two, their weapons at the ready. Instinct kicked in then, centuries of siege warfare flooding into what passed for her mind in an instant. When a city was menaced on all sides like this it bravely [i][b]just sat there and took it until the threat got hungry and went away.[/b][/i]

She froze stock still between them there, one hand plaintively outstretched toward the stream, and cursed how little food she had.

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