Stopping On A Dime
Dime
Dimosthenes
Intermediate Fighter (40)
Novice Navigator (20)
age
4 Years
4 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
366
366
player
Dikui
Dikui
11-27-2021, 08:49 AM
It was a better day for the sickness today. At least, Dime thought that it was. He hadn't seen anyone in a while, and that was making him feel awful, but he could remember more of what he'd seen, and the voices were a little easier to ignore. Maybe he was just getting used to them. That was a worrying thought. He didn't want to eventually heal from the plague and end up missing it. He hadn't hurt anybody yet, but the voices kept prodding at him to keep moving and find other wolves. They wanted him to hurt. That made it even worse that he thought that he might end up missing them. Did he like imagining attacking innocent wolves, or was it just the sickness addling his mind? He knew he was a selfish, self-centered brute, but he'd never before thought of himself as a murderer. "Please, stop," he pleaded with the voices. He wanted them gone. And yet... "Speech" |