Thread: Presents WHO: Andrei Dantură and Annabelle Keely WHERE: The woods WHEN: Evening of the 24th
Andrei had fed, Andrei had showered, Andrei had dressed up in a summer coat. The night was quiet and still, the moon not yet risen. There were stars sparkling in the sky. Andrei was quiet as a shadow as he glided through the woods, running over the forest floor and jumping over fallen trees.
He could smell her. Faintly, on the wind. Maybe she had changed shape, gotten smaller, but he could smell her. She was in the woods, as always, at night. He was a hunter in the woods, a predator, but she was of the woods, a creature born of them. This was her kingdom, her stomping ground. And yet, not only could he smell her, he could also feel her. He had fed of her, and now, he could feel her blood reaching out to him.
There she was. Dancing. Andrei paused to watch her, to admire her, before he stepped into the clearing. He aimed for an old branch, hearing it crack and announcing his presence. Behind his back, he was carrying something wrapped in foil. "Hey."