Firefly Glen Light Up the Night

Setting: Night — 23:45. 70 degrees — clear skies.

The night is unsurprisingly dark. The thick canopy above hides the ground from any light. Only smaller splotches of the sickly blue meet the forest floor. He’s been walking for hours, no goal in mind. Or maybe just one, to explore these strange new lands.

So the massive man continues on his way throughout this gloomy place. As he goes deeper into the territory, he notices little yellow lights appearing everywhere. They illuminate the entire area and it’s truly magical, bathing everything in a low light. At first he’s confused. He’s never seen fireflies, or at least his pack never had them in the Abbey. So, now he’s left wondering how all of these odd lights at floating about. There’s hundreds if not more and he decides to investigate. 

Trotting towards a smaller group of them, they illuminate his handsome face and he furrows his brows and comes closer. They float away from him, some slower than others and some dart away, seemingly scared of him. Donovan doesn’t understand. So he takes a risk and shoots forward catching one in his mouth. It feels like it’s squirming on his tongue and his face consorts into one of slight disgust. Craning his head down, he spits it out and crouches to inspect it. Apparently they’re fucking bugs. How a bug can produce so much light makes the brindled male even more confused.

Shrugging he casually slurps the bug back up into his mouth and begins chewing. Again, his face contorts in disgust and, for the second time, he spits it out. Shaking his head side to side in disappointment he continues walking. Amazed by the low lighting that the bugs produce, he carries onward, just as the bugs do.