There was a gentle cracking of twigs from the line of trees just past the river. From between the shadows, that same deer approached, creeping meekly towards the water. She saw the man bathing there and seemed to be testing just how close she could get to him. Her black hoofs padded carefully across the grass, her deep eyes on his while she inched closer to the bank of the river. Then she timidly lowered her head, and drank the water, her small marble like eyes shutting in momentary relaxation.
And then, from the skirt of the trees, another rustle came. The deer's flanks twitched, the muscles in her lithe neck twitching as if she planned to look up, to throw her gaze behind and peer into the shadows between the trees... but it was already too late.
Something thin and quick, clad in a tattered black cloak swooped from the trees as if from a great acrobatic jump. Leather and flashes of silver were visible now and then, but not flesh. In fact, it seemed that whoever this was, had made every effort to keep every single ounce of their flesh hidden. The poor deer crumpled to its side, pushed suddenly down under the force of the creature's jump, hardly having time to blink before it was dead.
The silver of a zipper flashed for a moment, under the shadow of the hood that was drawn over the creature's face. Whatever it was, had both a drawn hood and a leather mask to hide its face. Its eyes though, were visible even under the shadow of the hood. They glowed hypnotic red, like two rotten apples from Eden's tree.
The mouth that opened from behind that horizontal zipper on that tight leather face-mask, was full of sharp jagged yellow teeth. The creature bit suddenly into the neck of the deer, holding the flailing thing still with powerful leather-clad claws. She drank only a moment or two, before lifting her head, her eyes on the man standing in the river, not a few feet away.
"What do we have here...?" her dark but unbelievably smooth voice asked, dripping with poise and a touch of sinister glee.