Firefly Glen blood in eden

His footsteps pounded the ground as blood leaked from his neck, his face, his legs, his shoulder, his belly. He ran for her, to deconstruct this universe she had tainted with her spawn and her flesh. Unsteady. Pounding. Rocking on his own weight.

He slowed, unable to continue at the pace of the she-devil. And, when she did as well, he seized the opportunity to thrust his great weapon of a paw at her backside. The result was not what he wanted, and he roared aggressively as he could hear footsteps closing in all around him. Yakwahe glared at her with a single, intense eye, wrought with pain and wrath and the holy light of the All Mother.

But it was not the she-devil he saw that injured him further.
It was the disgusting fleas that he had failed to account for. He had wiped so many of their ranks, the surprise on his face was as clear as the hatred when a small one clamped onto the open wound of his shoulder. A white one too found her mark at the back of his leg, and it was at her, enraged, that Yakwahe swiped half-blindly.

More and more it seemed. They came from the woodwork. Dark and light and plain. He felt teeth on him, and knew that All Mother would be disappointed in his failure. They were too many. The locusts had become a plague, and it was no lone warrior to contain their insolence and greed. He felt biting and tearing but could not know the sources.

As one of his legs buckled, then the other, the dark self-proclaimed queen latched onto his neck. Despite the turn of his head, weakness overtook him. The sun flashed white. Blood leaked onto his throat. Then his lungs. She held him.

The bear, suffocating, fell to his side with her attached. It was a great weight that plundered the snow and ice beneath. His limbs flailed wildly, claws dangerously swiping, though there was no more strength to pull her from him as she had her son, and those whom had tried so hard before.

Hate.
Anguish.
Wretched.

Stillness as the flailing stopped and the bloodied creature became still under the strength of the pack.