Twilight slowly stepped up to the gate, reaching for the lever to open it as she said. “How do I know you’re friendly?”

The woman chuckled slightly, before coughing. “Deary, please, I may be old, but that merely means slower reactions, and being set in my ways, not that I’m a monster. If you can help me, I will try to help you back. I promise.”

Twilight grunted as she began to pull on the rusted lever, slowly moving it as the metal scraped against it’s holdings. “Yes, but that way could be in killing, and… and I’ve seen too much of that here to be quick to believe otherwise.”

A sigh left the other hunter as she nodded. “I… I can understand that. So many of them have changed into beasts that there no longer seems to be a street where one can be safe. That’s why I have this fellow here. He used to hunt the beasts, but is now more interested in blood, and challenge. So I had to put him down.”

With one last pull, the lever came all the way, and the gate began to open as she extended the blood vial to the woman. “So, you’re a hunter of those who have become beasts? Is that why there’s so much hair on the men on the streets.”

The huntress nodded, and Twilight noticed her slide one of her daggers into the other, and then extend the blade. Not by much, but it was still noticeable. The unicorn slipped that into her bank of questions as her, or she hoped at the least, new friend jammed the vial into her leg. She saw as the blood made its way up the huntress’s body, and closed the wounds that she had. “Wow.”

“Ai. Unfortunately, these have become much harder to find. As for the hunting of hunters, you need not worry, for I only hunt those who have turned into-” The woman’s eyes widened as she looked into Twilight’s eyes, her vision now clear. In there she saw a muzzle, a horn, and hair, just like so many others. So many others, seen year after year after century.

Her hand flicked up in instinct, and Twilight stood up straight from the impact. A small bit of blood escaped the corner of her mouth as she placed her hand onto the other hunter’s, and whispered, “Why?”

Twilight was lowered as the woman shook her head. “No, that’s not, I mean, it was instinct. I-I know you’re not a foe, or, weren’t, and… and I’m sorry. Hopefully after your rest, you may forgive me, though, I understand if you…” The woman hung her head low, unsure if the creature even heard her apology as she faded back into her dream.

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Twilight awoke abruptly on the steps of the Hunter’s Dream, a hand over her abdomen as she clenched her teeth. It was vanishing, yes, but this time she couldn’t simply shake it. Not when it had come from one she had thought she was doing right. But still, it had ended like all the rest, with blood on her fur, and an abrupt end to her journey.

She looked down to her hands as the word, fur, stuck in her mind. A closer look at her sharp nails, pink fur, and even a touch to her horn brought a tear to her eyes. So far, the ones to accept her was a small girl who probably was too desperate to worry about her intentions, and a man who was half beast himself. What would Gilbert even think of her when he was human, and she still looked like…

A beast.

Twilight curled up on the steps, her body shaking now as hot tears came down her face. Soon, a soft hand placed itself onto her shoulder, and in the hard bosom of the guardian of the dream, she finally slept, for the first time since she had arrived.

Author's Note

Twilight: 6 bullets, and Rested: May now move with a clear head, and with improved combat abilities.

Sewers by either child, or the bitch

Cleric Beast

AND

After her rest, Twilight has the ability to get one new weapon (3 votes changes the weapon to that one)
Threaded Cane
Hunter's Ax
Saw Cleaver