First Hunt
There was a slight chill in the brisk autumn breeze. The leaves, turned red, brown, and yellow, Quivered on their branches. The moonlight shining through the bare branches seemed to warm my soul, or lack there of.This was my first hunt. I'd trained in Tracking and stealth. Still an amateur in the ways of the dark I was anxious for my first kill. The time was about 1:35 and the bars and clubs would be closing soon. Surely there would be a suitable suitor traipsing along out of one of these dens...