Unicorns Sightings in Pennsylvania [closed to Anya]

Anya was bleeding, bad news. The shiny silver drops rolled down her arm as the dire wolf growled at her. The woman hissed in return, fire flickering in the back of her mouth. Her jeans were clawed and the calf and back of her legs, as well as her t-shirt. The back had been sliced to ribbons, there was corded muscle criss crossing her back. This dire wolf seemed to be under the idea that she had trespassed on his territory, when in fact, it had been the other way around. Anya had not been home in a long time and she was determined to reclaim her land rights. Her quiver of arrows sat, slung easily across her muscled shoulders and her compound bow in hand. She pulled an arrow out and aimed at the wolf, the arrow nicked it's shoulder and it yelped. Running away with it's tail between it's legs. Anya backed up and sat on her tree stump, holding her hurt arm.
She hissed as slowly the cut knitted itself back together without a scar.

When the boy fell into Anya's clearing, she frowned. He obviously didn't notice her sitting cross legged on top of it.
"Aren't mortals supposed to knock?" She asked, playing with an arrow. "Or do they all land face first in the dirt?"
Her blue eyes were fixed on the arrow tip and not on the young man. The area she was sitting in seemed to be several times hotter than it was several paces away. It was odd but being a fire breathing unicorn made the heating bill a bit lighter. Finally she looked at him, her hair was french braided down the back of her head and she looked un-amused by this intruder. A pair of diamond earrings glittered at her ears and her eyes were the strangest color of blue ever, almost like sapphires.
"Well?" She asked expectantly, her posture and tone of voice were strange, her behavior even more so.

Anya looked at him over the sleek silver tipped arrow, her dark blue eyes glittering predatorily. “There is only one unicorn in this area and she is not a friendly one. Some even go far enough to call her evil.”
The woman was strange and her face held almost no emotion, her dark eyes calculating. Sure there was some soft exterior beneath her but it was rather hard to get to it, unless you had a diamond knife. She uncoiled herself from her sitting position; she was on the smaller side of average, about five feet and five inches. The poor mortal seemed captivated by her, never a good thing.
“If you do find the unicorn, what do you plan to do?” She knocked an arrow and fired, knocking a piece of wild fruit out of the tree; thus, proving that the archery set was not fake. She was not looking at the young man as she passed him to pick of the fruit. As she did so the heat intensified as Anya passed before waning back to the eighty degree weather. She had about half an hour before moonrise, plenty of time to get rid of him. “As far as friends go, I don’t have any and I am perfectly content to remain friendless, yes I was indeed hunting or rather removing a predator from here. ”

Anya sank her teeth into the fruit with a satisfying crunch, considering the young man before her.
"There is always a why, even in the hidden agendas of mortals like you and who you serve." She cocked her head to the side, pulling out her knife and slicing off a piece of fruit. "What is she does not want to be found? What if she wants to live in peace?"
She took another chunk of fruit off, her blue eyes fixed on her piece of fruit and not the exposed hand.
"Giving me your name when you do not have mine shows gullibility and the flaw of naive. Tell me, why did you give me your name?"
This lass appeared to be filled with questions but no answers, when she finished her fruit she looked up at him, "Wolves, Dire wolves to be exact. They run rampant in this area."

Anya's dark pink lips twitched upwards in a smile, as if he could kill her...
She tossed the fruit core away before looking at him again, "Your wasting your time with this unicorn, you'll only get killed in the process." Her voice held a stone hard edge. She honestly did not want have to kill this mortal. It wasn't his fault he was here.
"This is what a unicorn of black magic does, they kill every time they meet someone they don't like. That is part of their curse. I am guessing you want white magic? In that case, you'll have a harder time finding them. They are shy creatures and compassionate. However, if you take their horn you kill them and a curse depends upon the murder's head."
Anya sighed, closing her blue eyes for a brief moment, staying the transformation as it wanted to pounce upon her early this night.
"Anya... my name is Anya. The quickest way out of the forest is that way." Her tone was gentle and Anya pointed down a path."Now if you'll excuse me my master is calling me..." With that she walked away... after he was out of sight she ran, shifting as she went.
The moon rose over the quite forest in Pennsylvania.

Anya was running through the forest, her mane and tail streaming behind her. Then she heard them, the mortals who had intruded on her land. It wasn't long until they found her, standing in the clearing she had just abandoned. She bowed her head down to graze, or pretend to anyway.
They would have forfeit their life as soon as they fired. She waited...
Bang!
The bullet whizzed past her ear and she reared, nickering a challenge, her horn flashing in the moonlight. Another bullet went by hitting her in the leg, pain erupted and the black unicorn screamed in pain... silver bullets of all things... Silver colored blood oozed out of the cut.
Then the hunters came out of their hiding place and Anya snorted, pawing the ground. Her vision was starting to go... the bullet must have been drugged! Simultaneously all of the hunters caught fire and they screamed for a few seconds before they were dead. Anya shook her head side to side, trying to clear her sight. Not seeing another figure at the edge of her vision. Slowly she went down to her knees and then bowed her head, breathing labored... she seemed to be in a daze... she was like that till morning, until she turned human again. Leaving a passed out Anya on her side, in the grass as soon as the sun came out.

Anya's leg burned and she stirred just in time to hear the not so nice word come out of Isak's mouth. She opened her eyes and saw him anxiously peering down at her, "Oi. Watch your mouth unless your trying to lower my IQ."
Anya groaned as she saw her leg, a slim gash still leaking silver blood. She sat up and touched it wincing.
"They must have nicked me last night before I toasted them," She muttered to herself and stood, testing her leg to see if she could put pressure on it. She could and she moved over to the bushes to see if her weapons were still there. Then she turned back to the corpses and fire, white hot, lept up and soon would turn them to charred bone.
She leaned against the tree, breathing heavily before she started off again at a slow, painful limp.