Sunbeam Lair [m] So if you care to find me, look to the western sky

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In the light of the sun, the small gods screamed. They were creatures of shadows and dark, not to be wrapped by the light. And yet the light sat. It burned, horrible, in the bottom of her gut.

It was the first acknowledgment of pain, a short gasp, then…nothing. Everything dissolved into the dark, splattered pomegranate red across the black screen.

The End



Is how it was supposed to be. But the small gods had lived, lived through light and dark and cycles of moon and sun and war and famine and sickness and filth and-.

They did not allow it.

Three.

Two moved. One did not.

That one was quick to be pulled between her teeth. Gone.

Like wildflower and the flower eater the loopy note, the low warble. Her head was spinning, cracking, aching. The small gods screamed in her ringing ears. They wanted their vessel. They wanted to see it, know it. Her eyes traveled like beacons in the dark, and found them. Where she’d tucked them, getting their first tastes of nourishment. One the small gods screamed to be rid of, the other…they clamored for. She could see it, see him, from here.

@Earp

Breathless. She named the son she wanted. The other…

Sun child sun child sun child sun child

Her eyes fell to the stiff, bow legged figure. Her sides still moved.

She breathes. She breathes. Dispose! Dispose!

Her legs began to wobble when she moved, but she snatched up the golden sun child, leaving Earp in the dirt where she’d whelped him, and none too gently shoved the sun beside the other girl. Then, with a harsh, pointed muzzle, she shoved her nose into the woman’s ribs.

Be thankful you’re alive.

She hissed aloud, then returned to the boy. They had a lot to do. So much to do.

So much to do!