Grouse Thicket i am not a beast im not a monster. i dont care what you say

His voice was painful to hear. The tone in which it held was loud and confident. The words pierced through his cranium and shook him to the core. Issun tucked his chin close to his back and grit his teeth.

The nerve you have... His voice was hushed and gravely but it didn’t lack in disdain. The hatred he felt towards this pup was insurmountable. For him to be standing there, practically looming over his sickly form, was nothing less from humiliating. It felt as if he won a battle that hadn’t even been fought.

His blood boiled over and soon his whole body felt like it was aflame. His breathing grew harder. The drool and blood on his lips began to fall and bubble. Get out of my sight, he growled.