I am croutched, wearing nothing but black, my chest is bare, my fingers are templed, the tips pressed against the mossy ground. My wings disguising most of my form, my gaze is staring, a glowing red from above them. They move, stretching back as I reach skyward, and suddenly a gust of wind stirs the leaves as I take flight in a huge movement of the featherless wings. I am hunting.

The wind brushes across my face, my hands, adorned with metal talons, reach out as I come silently behind my target, a small, raven haired girl. I wrap my arms around her, digging my metal nails into her side, and scoring her face with them as I stifle her scream of terror. I fly higher, sinking my teeth into the pulse of her neck, ripping into her transluscent flesh easily. I feel the warm liquid leak from around my mouth as I drink, the immediate sensation of nurishment fills my body with relief.

I lave the wound lightly, her body limp in my arms from her bloodloss. There is a moment of indecision as I decide if I should just drop her to the trees below. My hunger fed, reason wins out and I dive, straight towards the floor of the woods. I come to my feet and lay her on a bed of leaves, the night has just begun, the sun only sinking to its sleep two hours past. I whisper a few words, and the energy around her form pulses briefly. Satisfied, I leave her to the night.