Firefly Glen Story; two.

"Darling!" Madness consumed Priapus and she let out a wicked hollar. It was obsessive love, her fur no longer bristled but a longing look toward the beautiful, black child. Her own children were bundles of the abyssal, beautifuly midnight, and sunken into the pits of tar with her wicked ex-mate. How could he do that?

But it's okay.

It's definitely okay, she found her.

"Come to me little one, mommy going to take you ok?"