Whatever We Do It's Too Little, Too Late [Jigsaw]

*Jigsaw* · 10-25-2021, 05:18 PM

Jigsaw heard his voice echo loud and clear, longer then any echo had any right to be through mere trees and he felt the fur upon his scruff raise in reply. Though Askell was nearby, he felt suddenly excruciatingly alone - unable to hear even his brother's calls or pawsteps. The silent phenomenon drew on, and on, and Jigsaw wondered if this was what death was like, quiet and lonely, when suddenly a violent buzzing began in his ear.

He threw his upper end to the ground and covered his ears with his paws, whimpering although he could not hear himself cry. No matter how hard he scratched at the ear it continued to buzz angrily from somewhere within his skull, and the more he scratched at it the louder it became. Eventually his paws came away bloody and he threw his face further into the snow, bracing himself against the sound and accepting that there was nothing he could do to stop it, waiting for this punishment to subside.

"Speech"

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