Rooftops of Baltimore, Tuesday Evening
Jul. 3rd, 2018 04:06 pmLiving on the island didn't give Verity much of an opportunity to indulge in her other-other favorite pastime: free running. She loved free running, dashing across the open rooftops of Baltimore, darting over walls and along structures. It was like a form of dance, and her partner was the environment itself. It took the best elements of tumbling, gymnastics, and being a professional superhero and mixed them into one incredibly rewarding, incredibly fun package.
She had been dubbed the Arboreal Priestess for a reason.
The harpy family that Verity collected the mail for had mentioned that they'd seen an ahool flying nearby, which had sent Verity to this particular rooftop once the appropriate goodbyes had been said. Ahool were like the flying monkeys from Wizard of Oz, who brought down prey by means of the bacteria swarming in their filthy little mouths. A hungry ahool would take a chunk out of a person and wait for them to die before beginning to feed. Since they were cooperative hunters, a non-hungry ahool would do the same thing and leave the corpse lying around in case another member of its pack was hungry later. Either way, that added up to dead humans, which was something Verity tried to prevent at all costs.
Her eyes were scanning likely places for an ahool to nest and not on the rooftop under her feet, which was how she missed the snare until she was stepped in it. The rope snapped taut, the loop closed around her ankle, and all she had time to think before the deadweight hit the side of her head was ( how much Alex was going to laugh at her for this one. )
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She had been dubbed the Arboreal Priestess for a reason.
The harpy family that Verity collected the mail for had mentioned that they'd seen an ahool flying nearby, which had sent Verity to this particular rooftop once the appropriate goodbyes had been said. Ahool were like the flying monkeys from Wizard of Oz, who brought down prey by means of the bacteria swarming in their filthy little mouths. A hungry ahool would take a chunk out of a person and wait for them to die before beginning to feed. Since they were cooperative hunters, a non-hungry ahool would do the same thing and leave the corpse lying around in case another member of its pack was hungry later. Either way, that added up to dead humans, which was something Verity tried to prevent at all costs.
Her eyes were scanning likely places for an ahool to nest and not on the rooftop under her feet, which was how she missed the snare until she was stepped in it. The rope snapped taut, the loop closed around her ankle, and all she had time to think before the deadweight hit the side of her head was ( how much Alex was going to laugh at her for this one. )
[So it continues! Adapted from Chapter 5 of Discount Armageddon by Seanan McGuire and and coded by the amazing
firstofitskind. Part one and next post here. NFI, NFB, OOC is love]
