Cursing herself for not hearing someone approaching, Artemis' back stiffened just slightly.
Sloppy. Very, very sloppy. She'd assign the blame to the pain in her leg or to thinking about werewolves or to letting Tima talk her into watching that Survivor thing (the idiot box really did make you stupid) later on. For now, she had to play a very careful game.
She didn't turn to look over her shoulder, but her wrist curled slightly, angling the flat part of her blade over her shoulder so that she could see what she was dealing with.
A boy. Perhaps not much older than Tima. Significantly bigger than she was, however. Walking alone on the street. Brave or stupid. His hands weren't where she could see them which was always upsetting. She listened for a pulse. Mortal. And he didn't look too frightened by this obviously upsetting scene. Someone who was wise? A mage or a changling? Hunter? Drunkard? (No, she didn't smell alcohol). Idiot? Packmate?
Bloody hell she hoped he wasn't a packmate. She would have to get a look at his aura.
Very slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder. Her hair was still mussed up from the fight, hiding a good deal of her face. Only one eye peered at him. "Right as rain in the City of Angels," she said.
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Sloppy. Very, very sloppy. She'd assign the blame to the pain in her leg or to thinking about werewolves or to letting Tima talk her into watching that Survivor thing (the idiot box really did make you stupid) later on. For now, she had to play a very careful game.
She didn't turn to look over her shoulder, but her wrist curled slightly, angling the flat part of her blade over her shoulder so that she could see what she was dealing with.
A boy. Perhaps not much older than Tima. Significantly bigger than she was, however. Walking alone on the street. Brave or stupid. His hands weren't where she could see them which was always upsetting. She listened for a pulse. Mortal. And he didn't look too frightened by this obviously upsetting scene. Someone who was wise? A mage or a changling? Hunter? Drunkard? (No, she didn't smell alcohol). Idiot? Packmate?
Bloody hell she hoped he wasn't a packmate. She would have to get a look at his aura.
Very slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder. Her hair was still mussed up from the fight, hiding a good deal of her face. Only one eye peered at him. "Right as rain in the City of Angels," she said.