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The silver-painted girl nearly hissed at the accusation by the coyote princess. "I'm not nearly as ugly as you, whore," she spat, her usually soft gaze hardened in an uncharacteristic manner. The Consul's daughter narrowed her gaze, watching as Talitha circled her. Artemis had not been expecting a fight when she had come out here, and she was not sure if she wanted to actually fight with anyone. She was angry, but the frail girl was in no condition to fight. Talitha made no visible move to attack her physically, though, only causing the silver wolf more anger.
There was no one else for Artemis to take her anger out on. Crimson Dreams did not deserve her rage, and the members she had already snapped at had done little to deserve it. The coyote provided her with something to focus this rage on. "Too stupid to speak another language, huh?" she retorted, hand on her hip. Not everyone was bilingual and Artemis knew that. She didn't actually think that those who only spoke one were stupid, but it was one more thing to use against the coyote in this battle of personal pain and words.
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