Sunbeam Lair I NAILED IT SO BAD THE NAIL BROKE AND GAVE ME A CUT IN THE KNEE

@Avannon :) Takes place before Asterr returns.

The voices, even though dimmed by the scorching pain he felt in his leg, didn't stop whispering horrible things to him. He had tried everything, even with his broken limb, but nothing would work. He had trapped himself in the lair, untouched by healer hands and unloved by his tribe. He didn't feel like what he had done was wrong. He had wanted to protect Asterr from all the loners or other pack wolves outside their home who saw raping much like how the voices saw it. It was necessary to force yourself upon someone, because everyone was selfish. If the world was this way, the voices would let him play along, even though it went against all his morals.

He was scratching the earth with one paw, digging a small hole out of boredom and pain. The voices didn't go. Why would they? He had not satisfied them-he had not taken the little dragoness that he felt a lustful love for. He was going absolutely crazy for her touch, anyone's touch, so much that it made him lick himself from time to time to somewhat feel satisfied. 

The hole in the ground, mad scratches everywhere-even on the walls of the somewhat cave he had nestled himself in with his broken leg-, was created by a beast. Tears started welling in his eyes as he looked upon it. So this was how he was going to die. Alone, confused, unloved, unsatisfied.