POV: Lee Hardin

    Swindlton....Not my usual assignment but its better than nothing. I was assigned to a covert operation of observing the people of this town. Mostly to see if they could fight for our cause and if there are any resistance presence here. I was made my way around the central market pretending to show interest in stand after stand, when I heard, "Help! Thief!" My head snapped in the direction of the voice in time to see a woman running after someone and a man running after her.
    I broke into a sprint after the three and caught up quickly. The woman was stopped by the man who had been following her of which he had a blade at her throat. I continued to run after the thief, but thought twice. I turned back two the two and threw a throwing knife over the lady's shoulder and into the man's. I then turned back to the thief and drew my bow. I notched an arrow, took a deep breath, pulled back, aimed, and let it fly.  The arrow ruched towards the target and logged itself in the back of the mans neck. The thief never wins..... I quickly jogged over and gathered the coins and goods and rushed over to the pair. I cleared my throat and asked, "What's the problem here?"

I laughed slightly at what she said and noted she didn't know what I was either.
I pulled the knife out and my arm began to heal. I wouldn't need my ring for that small an injury.
"I halted you because your a creature of the night and I kill your kind."
I then thought about how she made no move to attack.
"Though I've noted your seem...tame."
I real eased her and made my sword my ring again.
"As for you," I said looking at the newcomer. " watch yourself around her kind. They may not look it but there quit dangerous...some even for me."
I looked back at the girl with a look of curiosity then back at the man.
"You do know what a vampire is don't you?"

Guinevere inhaled sharply. She glanced around to make sure no one heard them. She'd practically lived in the village for about 13,000 years. That's a very, very long time. She snapped her head at the man who had grabbed her. She let her fangs grow. She felt her eyes darken. She hated hunters. Any kind of them. They killed her kind and other creatures of the night like that, even if they hadn't done bad. She sent a glare at the men. One less intense at the man who returned her stuff. She then turned her head back to the now known Unicorn.

"I am not an animal, nor am I a beast. I am not to be classified as tamed and untamed. I am over 17,000 years old, I know every trick in the book if you try to attack me. You kill my kind, yet you protrude as a pure unicorn I assume. We are just like humans, we sleep, drink and breathe. Sure we don't have blood and we must suck something or someone elses. I have lived in this village, guarding it almost, for 13,000 years. And how old are you? 500? 980? I've seen things no man has put in the history book. So I am not the only one whom is evil in this group. I don't even consider myself evil. Just someone who needs to live. But these people aren't to know my secret or else... Well... lets just say that no mage or magic or horn will be able to heal you." She stated darkly. She let her fangs disappear. Her eyes lightened, and she regained her posture. She turned towards the other man.

She collected her things and gave him a sincere thank you and nod. She was having a fairly bi-polar moment. She looked inbetween the men. She straightened up before curtsying. "I am Guinevere. Might as well properly introduce myself to the man who tried to kill me and the man who caught my thief." She said bluntly. She then turned towards Unicorn guy. "And what good would that sword at my neck do? If you've killed so many of my kind, you should know that that wouldn't do much" She said while she quirked a brow.

I nodded to Guinevere and said, "Much obliged." Still can't believe she is that old. She doesn't look a day past 18. I thought about the man's question. Should I mess with his mind... Yah, he is kind of an ass. "Well, my name is Lee Hardin. I am from the Northern Territory, I'm a Captain of the Northern army, trained scout, trained mage," I lifted up my hand and lit it ablaze. I let the flames dance around and then extinguished them. "Oh and I'm an avid hunter." I finished with a satisfied smile.