Unicorns Sightings in Pennsylvania [closed to Anya]

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.

Anya nodded; she seemed to be considering some invisible angle of his whole situation. Her eyes flashed up from the wood floor and up to his face, her skin seemed to pale at the question.

“There is always the sport of hunting my kind. It’s scary… at least it was until the last few hundred years, you still get the fanatics. Generally I torch them and the weres eat them. The human police can never figure out who the killer is. They think its some sort of mass murder when reality it was defense.” Anya sighed and leaned back into her chair, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the space between them. Memories cropped up from the back of her brain, the harsh screaming of dying horses and the grating sound of bone on bone.

“Any other questions before I get some sleep? Being drugged is exhausting.”

Anya gave him a small smile, “see you in a few hours.”

Then she stood, padded barefoot down the wooden hall, and vanished into her back room. She slept for a good few hours and she woke, heart pounding against her collar bone. Her leg burned in pain and she bit down on her lip to keep herself from whimpering. She had dreamed again last night of her mother’s last moments, the adrenalin, fear, and the humans... the vile cockroach like humans that clung to their petty existence.

Hatred bubbled up in her as Anya got out of bed and ran her fingers through her tousled braided hair. Anya undid the leather strip holding it all in place and it tumbled around her shoulders in a thick wavy mess. She checked her leg before putting some disinfectant on it and checking her watch. Few hours till sundown; Anya had time to kill.

Anya walked past the sleeping Isak before heading outside, she had restrung her bow and sat there for a moment with her eyes closed, clearly thinking about the current events going on.

Anya heard Isak calling, he sounded slightly lost in the cabin so she unwound herself from her sitting on the floor position. She dusted the dirt and grass off of herself and walked back in.
“I’m right here,” She said coming in through the door. “I just went outside.”

The dark haired girl walked over to her fridge and pulled out an apple, crunching into it before she pulled a thing of muffins out of the cupboard above her head. She happened to be a little too short so she had to jump slightly.

“Muffin?” She inquired upon hearing his stomach go off, Anya held the box out to him placing her bow on the table before turning back to him and brushing her thick hair out of her face.

Anya winced at the hunting of game term, “I am physically incapable of eating meat so no. I was restringing my bow and meditating, dwelling on recent events, making decisions.”

She leaned against the counter and watched him move around the cabin, examining him.

“What are you going to tell them when you get back?” Anya asked hesitantly, chewing on her bottom lip and watching the brown haired boy. “That you being a flawed individual got lost or there was a dangerous siren who distracted you?”

Aaannddd she was flirting, that rarely happened with Anya. She waited for his response, cocking her head to the side, hair spilling across her forehead. Isak was ready to leave and so she picked her bow back up and slung it over her shoulder as well as her quiver on her opposite shoulder. Wordlessly she stepped out the door and locked it after Isak was out the door.
Anya stepped out onto a worn path and started following it.

Anya flushed faintly, in a low voice she teased, “Flirting with old women, you are quite the Casanova. “
Indeed Anya was a thousand year old woman… it’s just that she had the body of a nineteen year old that seemed to make most people forget her actual age. She looked forward again and when she glanced sideways she caught Isak staring at her; She blushed again, not able to help herself.
“I don’t have a phone... or internet… you can write me a letter I guess but I doubt I would get it for a while. I- I don’t stay in one place for long. “

She was sad to give that answer; he seemed like a good guy. A decent one even… “But I will think you will be back soon.” She hung back for a few seconds before showing him his wallet in between the first two fingers of her right hand. Anya had jokingly snatched it earlier when she had brushed up against him. “One would think, that a jumpy one such as yourself would notice when he is being pick pocketed.”

Anya arched an eyebrow, "I do speak fluent french, yah know? Perks of being old."
She reprimanded him teasingly, backing out of his reach; maneuvering expertly around the fallen wood and plants of the forest.
Anya wiggled Isak's wallet at him between her first two fingers, the worn leather soft between her pale skin. Dark strands of hair had fallen into her face and she seemed to be dancing in circles around Isak. Her blue eyes looking amused at the situation at hand.
"So, what would you talk about with said thief?"

Anya cocked her head, dark strands of hair falling across her face.

"That would take quite the convincing," She seemed to purr back in French, daring him. "After all the thief does like food... keeping her attention is another thing."

Her eyes flicked to the tree he was pointing to, "Yes, I suppose it is."

Anya genuinely liked Isak, after all he was the first to leave her cabin alive. Flirting with him made the walk back to the main path much more fun. They had come to a stop while having their conversation.