Unicorns Sightings in Pennsylvania [closed to Anya]

Anya hissed in pain again as she put pressure on her left leg again.
"Look, I can't really tell you right. But I will say I am over a thousand years old but now I need to get to my cabin so I can take care of this- so by your leave."
She started to move off again, growling every time she had to step on her bad leg, silvery blood was smeared up and down her pale leg. She didn't care if Isak followed her, in fact she needed someone to get the first-aid kit off the top shelf. It was about a half hour limp fest back to her cabin and she reached for her keys and unlocked the door.
Inside was very nice, leather sofas and massive flat screen tv. There were three or so bedrooms, a fully wired kitchen, and a hot tub out back. The only missing thing seemed to be a computer and a phone. In fact she had blocked all service here as well as any form of communication. But if a person hypothetically wanted to make a call they would flick the switch by the fire place- hypothetically.

Anya sighed and sat down in a chair, stretching out a thin but muscled leg.
"You know you don't have to do that," She said, watching him bow his head over the cut. "You can go sleep on the couch, you look like you have been running around all night."
She confiscated the box from him before giving him a pointed look. Anya opened the box herself and began tending to her cut, not even giving him an option.
When finished she placed the box on the counter and vanished into a back room, returning with a fluffy pillow and a blanket.
"Here, get some sleep. Then tomorrow I will take you out of the forest."
Anya walked into her room and locked the door behind her. She sat down on the edge of the bed with a creak. There was a mortal in her house, what the heck was she going to do? She growled to herself and tapped on her bedside table.
She sighed and pulled on a change of clothing before heading back out again, she was wearing a dark purple tank top over an unbuttoned white shirt with black jeans. Anya padded silently across the hardwood floor to the fridge before opening it, pulling out a carrot stick and crunching on it.

Anya fixed Isak with a single dark blue eye, sizing him up. It was likely she was debating on how much to tell this mortal.

“How do I know if you will not tell your masters? “ She stated, her arms now crossed, “I let you follow me because you are lost. I do help lost people even if people hunt what I am. Now, why should I tell you of all people? You were sent here to kill the one thing I hold dear.”

Anya scowled and a spark of fire ran up her arm before she slapped it out impatiently. “Now, if you want to question my hospitality further I suggest you run away as fast as your legs can carry you because I will hunt you down like a cougar hunts a doe. Do I make myself clear?”

Yep, definitely an old blue blood, Anya huffed and reigned in her very fiery temper while she waited for Isak’s response to her miniature rant about his nosiness.

Anya watched Isak make his deductions and her face remained expressionless when he came up with the correct answer to all of this, fortunately Anya was a very good actress.

“Unicorn? Really?” Anya said arching an eyebrow. “Have you seen a human unicorn before? What makes you think that I am a unicorn? Do you see a horn poking out of my forehead?”

To be honest she really was curious but she just wasn’t going to confirm his suspicion just yet, she wanted to hear his theory… mortal theories are quite entertaining. Anya watched Isak with her blue eyes, she was visibly amused by this whole thing. She moved over to the chair at a table and sat down at it waiting.

Anya huffed in amazement, “Some Fairies have the same kind of blood too as well as other shape shifters. You can’t go by blood. Tell me, how did you come up with this conclusion.” She pressed her fingers together before smiling.

“The only thing I can do is summon fire,” She spread her hands and fire leapt up into her palms, licking at her fingers. “Can’t unicorns heal and do magic. Fire is hardly a healing quality.”
This was the most fun Anya has had in years and now she was probing a mind that could yield some useful information.

Anya leaned back into her chair, look of thoughtfulness crossed her face, “You still did not explain how I could be human.”
She waited for his response before confirming his suspicions, “You are wrong in only one aspect of your theory other than that I am impressed. I am not a black magic unicorn. I am a cursed unicorn. There is a distinct difference. Every unicorn has black magic and they turn the color of the magic they most favor. Nothing is born evil. There is a choice in the subconscious. For unicorns their belief is imprinted in their color. A cursed unicorn has all of their white magic taken away and they are put into a mortal form. This form can be killed as easily as anything; A knife to the ribs or a club to the head. We are technically timeless until we find away to lift our curse. Fortunately for me I have the gift of fire. Nobody can touch me unless I want them to.”

Anya sat back and waited for his response… she had made the decision to trust him… though if he betrayed her Anya would personally feed him to the werewolves. She had done it before. “The unicorn graveyard is a myth. When we die, we don’t leave bones behind. We are just gone and we fade into magical energy. “

Anya grinned slightly, "Generally its the combination of the two. In my case it was just the person. Some unicorns have the nasty habit of having sticky fingers... We kinda have- like a dragon horde. Knights used to come looking for them for quests and such. I stole from a warlock and the removal of the curse is near impossible. So I am stuck like this."
She splayed her fingers on her leg, examining them. The whole removal of the curse remedy was rather awkward... especially for one such as her. With lots of rules she wouldn't even bend. Her eyes flicked back up to Isak.

Anya gave him a sad smile, “Unicorns don’t die unless they chose to generally… or something different happens.”

Her mind briefly flashed back to her mother’s death, the fire and the whooping of hunters, the baying of hounds… “I would prefer to be as I was, being able to change my shape whenever I please… rather than waiting on the sun to go away and the moon to rise.”

Anya fixed him with her dark blue eyes and leaned back into her chair, turning over his own curse in her mind, “That is fairly common… but it is painful and scary… also different for every person. Is there any way you can get rid of it?” Anya asked this question in a quiet tone, trying not to be offensive. She understood how difficult curses could be.