Something Stirring

		Something Stirring...
		Yes the fire. It was the flicker of fire light that attracted the attention of beasts.
	Moths flittered about. The smell of smoke warned some creatures to steer clear of the area and drew certain others nearer.

The warmth of fire.		Warm human breath attracted mosquitoes.		Warmth means mammalian blood.
Blood means a feast.			Yes, come closer.
		And the girl...
dancing around the glow in her underwear, black eyes gleaming.		Music. Noisy music.
Like fire, a power being contained and manipulated for the pleasure of a fragile band of Sapiens, the intoxicating scent of liquor on all of them.			Their charmed laughter. The sounds and scents of their love making.
Yesssssssss.				The scent... the dancer is menstruating.
		Her long graceful arms and legs only delicately furred.
		The crackle of leaves and snapping twigs approaching from the dark are lost in this animal symphony.
The crickets fall silent with the approach. Silence too is lost in the bubbling choir. The humidity of sweat is swallowed by the cool night air.
			The enthusiastic dancer glistens.
Lovers reach a crescendo.			A bottle breaks. The finale.
Hunger tears through the camp, humanity scatters in fleshy fragments, a kaleidoscope of moisture warmth and screams... smoke, blood, and sweat.
The scent... Yesssssssss.