ardent

scared to be lonely

Gilgamesh!



Dimosthenes

Loner

Intermediate Fighter (40)

Novice Navigator (20)

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
366
size
Small
build
Light
posts
66
player
Dikui

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3Overachiever
12-16-2021, 06:57 PM
D i m o s t h e n e s


Dimosthenes was alone. He hadn't talked to anyone since healing from the plague. The voices were gone, but the scars remained. He had only snatches of broken and fractured memories left, and his mind was empty. One lonely voice remained: his own. Somehow, although he hated to admit it, that wasn't enough. Dime alone wasn't enough for himself anymore. He hated it. He hated it. HE HATED IT. Was he weak, to need other wolves to talk to? He would have thought so, before.

He didn't know what he thought anymore.

He stared around himself with dead eyes. He was in a shallow depression, covered in green grass. It was a warm day, and he could catch a scent of heady grassiness. He couldn't see anyone. He wouldn't want to talk to them even if he did. He didn't want to acknowledge how much he needed conversation. He sat alone, and for the first time in a long time, felt a prick of tears beading in his eyes.

"Speech"