Guillotine bared her teeth at the skinwalker. At first, she hadnt' realized what he was. She'd run for miles, the sweat streaking her dark body, making long rivers of it on her skin. She could feel the flecked foam from her mouth, her muscles cramping with exertion. She hadn't understood at first why a bear was following her.
But as she had run through the forests and found herself trapped against the granite cliffs, she'd discovered no way past--she was going to have to fight. It was a bear, it would be rough, but she could survive....
But it wasn't just any bear. Before her eyes, she had watched the animal transform, the bones cracking and creaking with the inhuman sounds as it unfolded in on it's self till it grew and grew into the daunting, sneering form of a skinwalker.
She could feel the anger boiling in her, and the fear. She had no weapon but her teeth--no help, but her mind. But she had been blessed by the Pumpkin King, told to retrieve the artifact...she could not die a nameless death or worse yet, become one cursed.
Guillotine let out a feral hiss as she dug her hooves into the ground.
