shanmonster: (Liothu'a)
McNutten gets out of the car to stretch. Like me, he’s wearing leather armour. Unlike me, his armour isn’t long enough. When he reaches overhead and arches his back, it reveals a vulnerable flash of abdomen. I’m in the backseat with the window rolled down. It’s hot out, and I can feel sweat trickling down my skin. My sword rests on the seat beside me. My scaled leather armour is in mottled shades of dark green, brown, black, and tan. I don’t normally wear it in cars. I wear it in the forest and in the swamps. I don’t like being in the car. It’s too open here. I feel like a target.

I scan the parking lot. My eyes sweep from right to left, right to left. I see a drug dealer leaning against the wall of a convenience store. He sees McNutten stretching and takes this as an invitation to come over. My hand goes to the hilt of my dagger. It is wickedly sharp. My sword is useless to me in the car, but a dagger works well in cramped spaces.

The drug dealer approaches with a smile, his dog panting at his side. He comes to me first, and I stare at him expressionless, revealing my blade. He jumps back, intimidated, and shoots a look over at McNutten.

“She doesn’t like humans,” he says.

The dealer’s eyes widen and he makes a hasty retreat, and I go back to scanning the parking lot. Right to left, right to left.

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