[ There is something humanoid ahead. A slight figure, robed. Very still. The lamp doesn’t provide enough light to distinguish more without moving closer. But there’s also breath, heavy and just short of a growl with each exhale. The smell of damp fur and earth. ]
You’re going to tell me that you want something.
[ It’s a voice that clearly hasn’t been used in some time. ]
no subject
You’re going to tell me that you want something.
[ It’s a voice that clearly hasn’t been used in some time. ]
No.