Stopping On A Dime

Dimosthenes · 01-15-2022, 04:45 AM

D i m o s t h e n e s

A red-furred man approached Dimosthenes, asking him about the voices. A snarl escaped before he could stop it. Was this guy implying that he thought Dime was weak? That made the voices angry, but he couldn't even let himself imagine indulging the shared rage that seemed to burn so hotly under his skin. He took a deep breath instead. "I haven't done anything they've told me to." His voice came out more defensive than he'd wanted. He hadn't killed anybody, no, but he'd thought about it, hadn't he. A lot. Did that make him a bad person? Surely a good wolf wouldn't want to kill anyone even if it saved them from pain. Selfish. That's what he was. And maybe he was weak, too, for not being able to ignore the voices.

He looked back at the man and held back the voices' screams of murder and blood, instead forcing out strained words. "What about you?"

"Speech"

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