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Seems I missed the deadline (is it only me, or does it change from week to week...?? Oo Plus, I have no idea, why am I straining myself to write the drabbles since it's pretty obvious that nobody reads them. I should have won at least one contest this far. Ah, anyway...
The door is locked – this is a prison after all.
The dark, cold cell has no windows, so Dolchet can’t see the sky. But the dog-instincts tell him, that it’s full moon.
The short soldier wants to run, to get free; he’s restless and he feels hot, his skin crawls and his head is buzzing. He paces restlessly and shivers from anger and frustration.
Finally, he falls on his knees. He can’t fight the beast sealed inside him anymore. So he raises his head and starts to howl, like a dog; behind these closed doors, maybe nobody else will hear him.