Firefly Glen Feeling eternal, this pain is an illusion

Unlike the other times, the lightning bugs did not come out to play - no dancing flames to light his way or figure in the darkness. No, this was much like the new home he had been attempting to claim - chasing out any wanderers who did not heed to the fresh markings that he had been laying out along with any of his followers. Though small in numbers, it fueled his territorial instinct. 

In the rain, a dak figure presented themselves in the corner of his eye. Ever watchful of his surroundings, the new face did not go unnoticed, turning his broad head over his shoulder he took in the sight of the new shadow cloaked female. Though he did not approach, their eyes met with the same dark, keen eye. It would take much more than a look for him to recoil, perhaps nothing in heaven or hell could make the monster of a man flinch.

What. Was there a reason why she stared at him so, just a curious eye perhaps. Regardless, he turned to face the woman, his tall broad frame soaking in the rain as it dripped from his chin.