Shall we fly away from here?

Alrighty folks! Well, I shall be posting bit by bit a story I am developing. And here we go!

Lilith

The innumerable choir of crickets sang out their night sonata. It filled the forest and echoed off the sides of the valley. The trees stood stoic and silent their thick, broad arms reaching desperately to the unanswering heavens. Twilight fell upon the endless ocean of trees, the dwindling rays of light struggling to push their way past the thick, impregnable canopy. Below the ceiling of bark and green, life was changing shifts. The bright birds that sang their songs in the day snuggled down into their feather-lined beds, tucking their beaks and softly chirping a few last refrains. Their cheerful notes were replaced by the eerie hooting of owls, their wide yellow eyes searching tirelessly for a mouse, powerful silent wings beating the night air. In every tree, bush, and hole dug into the ground, the animals of the light were settling in. Stomachs full from a day of foraging, they hunkered down for the night warm from the heat of their neighbor's form. Far below the canopy the great night hunter began to prowl. Silent and patient, her movements were deliberate and calculated. Using the growing darkness to shield herself from detection, she gracefully slid through the dense undergrowth, watching and waiting. Coming upon a clearing in the forest, the poignant smell of fresh prey invaded every sense she had, and the hunter paused, sinking lower and lower into the tall grass. Sitting around a crackling fire, two men sat laughing and boasting about their own kills.

"Dan, were you paying any attention at all today? I hit her square in the middle of the face!"

"Yeah, Steve, whatever. It was a lucky shot."

"Lucky?" Steve's coarse laughter split the nighttime still of the forest. "Luck had nothing to do with it my friend. I don't know why you're so upset anyway. You had a kill too."

"Yeah but I wanted the doe. Stupid Bambi wasn't even a challenge. It just stood there staring down at its mother's brains. You stole my shot and you know it."

"Dude, look. We both got a deer, and we are having ourselves a nice tasty dinner. Stop your bitching and let's have some fun."

Dan mumbled something under his breath but the matter was dropped and both men settled back into slicing meat off their kills alternately salting some to stick on the fire. Others they wrapped and placed in a large sack. The smell of the sliced venison slid across the breeze, wrapping the huntress in the scent of the blood. Mouth watering, her mouth parted to reveal her sharp fangs. Sitting ducks they were, these two drunkards. They wouldn't have a chance. As the men laughed over the sizzling meat, a growl ripped through the forest...