Firefly Glen weep for yourself

ooc; If Mal shows up, he will run.

He sat with his head low and his bright eyes shining, looking for all the world like a beaten and dejected pup thrown into time-out after some terrible infraction. In a way, he was. The woods around him reminded him of days gone by - most notably of a rabbit in a scarce winter and a break down. It reminded him of running and not looking back, of hiding and feeling horrible regret. He still felt it now. Why was he here? Markus was dumber than he'd thought previously - much, much dumber.

Fireflies flickered in and out around him, oblivious to the suffering of the man as they floated by. His gaze alighted upon one as it shone and then faded out again. The color was similar to the eyes staring back at it. His mood shifted strangely from grief to self-loathing and back again as he thought of a dappled grey wolf. Mal. He could never look at Mal again. His legs folded, then, and he sank unceremoniously to the ground. Why had he come back? Why had he come back?

This place called him, but he was ashamed to be here. He was pulled to return to that forest where he had once felt he belonged...to that person...but he was no longer a part of it. Closing his eyes, he sighed miserably. The fireflies landed and floated around him, lighting up his pelt. He did not cry, not then. He only let the self-hatred eat at his guts as he lay in contrast to the warm beauty that surrounded him.