Firefly Glen and now lets repeat the non-conformist oath

@Alarian

all living things die. they don’t know when, they don’t know how, but they do. no one could prepare for it. the rabbit that lay bloodied at cupid’s feet certainly hadn’t.

he had been tracking it throughout the day. the poor thing hadn’t even realized it. he waited till the sky was painted red, that’s when he took action.

and this is where we begin our story. it was quite a simple one, just a boy hovering over his dinner, waiting to feast.