“Damn,” she swore, and unlooped the rope from over her shoulder. Narrowing her eyes to protect them from the blazing light she kept running. Her bare feet felt cold and suffering. At least - at least she'd be fine with her hooves.

Holding the rope and weapons in one hand she used her other arm to drag the dress off her back. Her feet stumbled with the awkwardness of the action, and she had to slow at least somewhat. But she managed it, and then suddenly she was stark naked. Running.

Quickly and awkwardly she tied the dress in its own savage knot onto the rope. Then, slinging the whole matter over her body she sucked in breath before allowing her wilder side to talk over. A lithe wind began to gather around her, but not of the larger mass. Instead this was individual breeze of her own making. It picked up around her and she closed her eyes to suck in the breath as she ran. Her hair was raised upwards and she let go of the rope. The rapier slapped against her uselessly but it was at least in a place where she could find it later. Then she titled back her head as it began to enlarge and her neck began to enlong. Fur, white like her skin, burst out sudden from every pore. Her arms began to contort and straighten, her back itself twist. She let out a groan of pain as she continued to run and got more and more awkwardly.

Then, mid-stride she threw down her arms - and they were suddenly legs. Four hooves bore her weight now and she was suddenly a pure white horse with a long, trailing mane and tail. The weapons slapped against the rope that was now about her withers. The most distinguishing mark, however, was the small horn that sprouted from her forehead.

Now she raced. Now she sprinted, excelling in speed and ferocity as she ripped up the dirt and fled towards the forest. She could already here the rumblings of other hooves coming up from the shore and she knew her decision had been a good one. Despite what it meant - exposing her other form and its potential to her current hunters - she let it happen for the sake of survival.

And now she was a unicorn, flying over the plain. Her mane and tail streamed from behind her and she was then twice the speed of before. Facing into the bitter wind she galloped with a renewed sense of purpose.

Because, now, she believed she could escape.

The other equine creatures with their riders resounded behind her but she was going faster. Head facing the wind she charged, horn piercing what air before her. The rapier, riding crop and dress continued to slap against her side. Her breathing became a regular tempo as she huffed and ran, now turning the chase into a real hunt.

The forest was getting comfortingly close now. But the beings behind her - they were fast also, she was sure. Most of the crew had the dark skin and the vivid eyes that marked them out as drow. The same as the captain who had tried to have his way with her, and whom she had killed with his own rapier.

With a burst of speed she headed into the woods, crossing the treeline.