hand in the cookie jar

Dimosthenes · 04-16-2023, 07:00 PM

D i m o s t h e n e s

A spark of relief burst through Dime as the child's first reaction was one of fear. But he was not given much time to hope that she would just turn tail and flee -- instead, she bristled and bared her teeth. He wanted to roll his eyes and so he did. Did this brat really think she could fight him? She could give it a not-terrible try, he realized, which was the worst part: he was not nearly as fit as he had once been. He'd win, but he didn't want to deal with the kid or actually kill her. He wasn't that morally decrepit of a wolf.

But then she started whining like he was tearing her to shreds. Dime was frozen still for a moment, then lunged forward, teeth flashing, as she flopped on the ground-- not intending to hurt her; really, all he wanted was to just shut her up -- stopped in his tracks by another wolf. A wolf with a bone in her jaws no less. He leapt backwards, stiffening to a more defensive position, though his tail and ears remained resolutely outstretched. "What is it you weirdos have about saying your own names?" he snarked. "Worried you'll forget them?"

"Speech"

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hand in the cookie jar

for Medusa!

Dimosthenes