Ey had time to deflect the projectile but not well; it embedded itself in eir upper arm, but since the alternative had been the heir’s throat ey couldn’t complain.

Not much anyway.

Ey couldn’t stop the initial yelp of pain. The heir whipped around.

“I’m fine,” ey insisted weakly, but xir sharp eyes were already scanning the brush for the attacker, not out of concern for xirself but because xe was not about to let this person get away with hurting eir.

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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