Phantom Hollow Musn't Hurt The Precious!

Judas continued to smash his forepaws against the puddle, not matter how much the stone floor hurt them. Though he froze when he smelt someone nearby. Someone had just entered his little domain, and he did not like that. Not one bit. He was about to turn and lunge until they dropped something in front of him. Then he heard Malice, and a sense of calmness washed over.

Without looking at her, Judas pushed the hare away. "I don't want it." In his mind, the voice began again, this time with no face to see. "We don't need their sympathies. We don't need their help." The insane halfbreed snarled at the voice, revealing teeth under his upper lip. "Shut up!" he hissed with anger he had hidden for so long, putting his head under his paws.