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Istrus, however, says that Artemis loved Orion and came near marrying him. Apollo took this hard, and when scolding her brought no results, on seeing the head of Orion who was swimming a long way off, he wagered her that she couldn't hit with her arrows the black object in the sea. Since she wished to be called an expert in that skill, she shot an arrow and pierced the head of Orion. The waves brought his slain body to the shore, and Artemis, grieving greatly that she had struck him, and mourning his death with many tears, put him among the constellations.
Pseudo-Hyginus, Astronomica 2.34
Being disappointed, then, in his search for the king, Orion went away to Krete and spent his time hunting in company with Artemis and Leto. It seems that he threatened to kill every beast there was on earth; whereupon, in her anger, Gaea, sent up against him a Scorpion of very great size by which he was stung and so perished.
Hesiod, Astronomy Fragment 4
So it was when Eos of the rosy-fingers chose out Orion; you gods who live in such ease yourselves were jealous of her until chaste Artemis in her cloth-of-gold visited him with her gentle shafts and slew him in Ortygia.
Homer, Odyssey 5.121
The goddess was back against the wall, gun barrel to her forehead and her knife on the throat of the man who held it there. She heard her heartbeat in her own ears and felt his against the edge of the knife. They were both one-third orange lamppost light and two-thirds blue-grey darkness. Her brother left her alone to talk with an oracle and she had managed to get a gun to her forehead, but what was a goddess to fear of guns? What was a goddess of the moon to fear in the night?
“I’ll rip your throat open before you can pull the trigger.”
“Oh, yeah?” The hunter puffed hot air, silver and with the orange of the light against the cold night. “Gun is quicker.”
“My teeth are sharper.”