Sunbeam Lair calling out mayday

Its time it’s time it’s time

Her paws, stumbling over each other, raving raving raving.

Her eyes, wall-eyed and mad.

Her son, @Earp . Swinging in her jaws, held oh so careful. 

She picked through the lair of the small gods, pulled by some tether wrapped into the broken pieces of her ribs. Her head bobbed gently as she clambered up and over a rock, hissing when the sharp surface brushed her sensitive underbelly. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

She moved deeper. Her fur caught a shaft of moonlight high above, and the spidery woman stopped, looking up at the skylight high above her head. Then, she kept on.

Time time time time

The clock’s hands ever moved.

She stopped, shrouded in dark, staring at the maw of dark in front of her, the faint glitter of water nearby. The distant crack in the roof that gave the world monochrome color.

Here

She stood in the fractured moonlight. Her eyes focused on the distant, splintered pieces of moon.

She sat Earp in the center of the cracked moonlight.

This. This is yours. She croaked to the dark.

I have given you him. She slipped into the dark, for only a few spans, before she came back with the fat body of a rat clutched between her teeth. She passed the bleeding wound that killed the creature over Earp’s downy little head.

He is yours. I am released. The whispering turned to howling cheers, and in a rush, they left her. It was so quiet. She could still hear them.

The small gods would never release her. But they would leave her be, for a time, to infest her given vessel. She gathered the boy, tucking him out of the moon’s vision, into the darkness against her belly. Then, she promptly tore into the rat.