this used to be the place i ran towhenever i was in need
of a friend
[size=3]why did it have to end[/size]
The question that came from the other male did not surprise Yildun in the least. He actually had expected the question after having divulged that he was blind. The young male would have thought something wrong if Two Face didn’t ask any questions after learning that Yildun was blind. “My hearing does surpass the hearing of those of you who have your vision,” he answered, giving a slight nod of his head along with his answer. “My sense of smell is better, too, but not as much as my hearing.”
The sightless young male gave a slight shrug of his shoulders and a faint shake of his head. “It’s alright,” he began to respond. “I don’t mind answering your question. It’s to be expected, really. Blind wolves aren’t an everyday thing you come across, after all. I would have to think something was wrong if you didn’t have questions. So I really don’t mind answering them.” He was used to being asked questions by those that didn’t know him. It was something he learned to accept a long time ago. It was just something that came with being blind, after all.
His attention shifted back to the smell that had drawn him to this spot in the first place. Lowering his head toward whatever it was, he sniffed at it. It was unlike anything else he’d ever smelled before. What he was unable to see was that it was like a rock, a blackened rock, most likely a piece of something that had come from the sky (“falling star” type of thing). It smelled like something burnt, though Yildun had never smelled burning things before. “Yes, please,” he answered. “I would appreciate that.”