Firefly Glen blood in eden

For a moment, the bear reared onto his hind legs and scratched at the wall, trying to find an outcrop large enough he could climb. There was nothing. The face was almost sheer, with the areas that might have been big enough to hold a foot crumbling as he scraped away the dirt. He was took big, it was too steep, and he would have to fight.

She bit him. Her teeth sank into him, and he roared angrily. His great claws swept for her, but he was slow and the blood draining into his working eye destroyed his accuracy. She bit and snapped and ripped and found each target expertly. All the while, the bear flung his claws and snapped his teeth, hoping that if only he could kill this one, everything would be okay.

He turned at last, and there she was. A tall and fierce she-devil. The bird thankfully did not go for his face this time, though Yakwahe winced for a moment at the memory. He was all blood. Half blind. He looked as the stuff of nightmares.

She ran. He pursued, frantic, furious, exhausted. Blood from the sealed wounds opened. He charged.