"Grace be to the one who wears the Red Crown"
Eve had a feeling she hadn't quite understood what she'd agreed to from the moment the crown had touched her head. She doesn't know what came first - the furious blaze of pain from the wound on her neck or the rush of power and authority that immediately washed through her system. A new sort of consciousness seemed to appear in the back of her mind, a quiet whisper in her usually silent head as her eyes snapped open.
She locked gazes with a startled looking guard - heretic, whispered the new voice - whose teeth were lightly clutched onto her hooves, likely having intended to begin devouring her life-less carcass.
A follower of the Hungering One, Eve thought to herself, satisfied as she rolled to her hooves. It was nice to know that had she not been revived, her flesh wouldn't have been wasted. She would have been consumed, used to nourish another and further their survival. Better than she'd seen happen to other corpses - if they were lucky, the beings of The Worm's domain would consume them, if not... there were far more disturbing deviances in the world than one who eats what is already dead.
Still, I am using this body.
She raised a hoof instinctively, following the whispers in her mind as the crown flowed from her head and into her waiting palm. It changed form, the short and sturdy hilt of a jagged-bladed dagger making itself comfortable in her hooves.
Eve hummed in approval, immediately lunging forward and sinking her blade into the cannibal's lower stomach. She jerked upward, more to cause pain and off-balance than out of any real expectation to cleave through before yanking her blade out. She slid just out of the way of a desperately flailing arm and struck.
Those less experienced in this form of hunt would go for a cut to the throat from the front - they would find themselves stopped by the sturdy bones of the neck and leave themselves open to being caught in the gut. But Eve knew better, so her blade sliced neatly across the more easily accessed artery on the side, earning a choked spurt. She turned sharply on heel and focused on her next opponent immediately - the cut to the stomach and the slit to the throat would handle the cannibal in only a few minutes.
I'd prefer to kill him immediately, the sheep mused, dodging to the side. But I'm too outnumbered - I need to focus on disabling them first.
Sure enough, she heard a thud not long after and in the process of sending her hoof harshly into one of the heretic's chests, she spotted the blooded cannibal half-curled and clutching his stab wound.
When she cleaved through the last of the heretics charging her, she didn't hesitate to dart back down the path she'd been previously led down.
GO.
Eve went.
