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]
It was weird, being in a pack that he hadn’t been born into, but he didn’t object. It was something he’d talked pretty expansively about with his sister and how it would be in his best interest to be in a pack bigger than their group of 8 because with his blindness and inability to defend the group or even join in on a pack hunt, he needed more protection. He needed a place to feel secure. Hopefully this place would be able to provide him with that security. Thus far, no one had really said much about his blindness, at least not in front of him anyway, but he did find himself wondering how long it would take for others to actually notice that he was completely without sight. Because of his blindness, his other senses were heightened. His sense of smell was spot on, but it was his sense of hearing that far surpassed those with their sight.
He’d been doing some exploring of his new home, staying well within the borders since his breakdown in front of the boy that new his father. For the most part, he didn’t even go all that far away from where he slept with his sister and Verrine. Today, though, he wandered a little further away purely because something had actually caught his attention. It was a very strong scent that drew him away from the den he shared with the others, something he didn’t recall ever having smelt before. Getting nearer and nearer to where the strange smell was coming from, he thought he heard a sound.
Coming to a sudden halt, he pushed his ears fully forward, listening. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. Sightless eyes obviously saw nothing. “Hello?” he finally called out. “Is someone there?” He was tense, ready to turn and try to run away from whatever or whoever it was in case they proved to be aggressive. He knew the path behind him very well and wasn’t worried about tripping or running into a tree.
hi
Two Face had been exploring his new home for some time now he felt confident that he could walk the paths with his eyes closed if he wanted. He had been putting off interacting with any of the pack out of a fear that he would insult them and be chased away. That’s the main reason he had be procrastinating with becoming familiar with his new home, and why he became a Windwalker. He felt ashamed of himself for hiding away in such a silly task.
Walking far from where the pack mainly congregates Two Face didn’t worry about running in to other wolves. Today was different though he had a surprise visitor a silver wolf speckled with bits of gray. The silver wolfs body was tense he stood calling out to something or someone. Curiosity got the better of Two Face as it always seemed to. He approached this wolf cautiously trying to be as quiet as possible so he didn’t scare off whatever he was speaking with.
This silver male was new to the pack Two Face remembered seeing him come in with that group of wolves that Koontz met at the border. With every step the unease growing in Two Faces stomach felt like it was going to cause him to explode. Two Face stopped a respectable distance from the new wolf and debated over the best introduction. Before he knew it the words were out of his mouth, and a lot louder than he meant for them to be. ” Hi I’m Two Face Windwalker of the Dragonwatchers whats your name!”
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]
His body quivered with tension, the unknown starting to really get to him. The scent that he’d followed to this spot was heavy and unrelenting. Being blind, though, he couldn’t see whatever it was. It was the sound of movement that had pulled his thoughts away from the scent. Even though whoever it was that was approaching was trying to do so as quietly as possible (Two Face), Yildun heard every step clear as day, as if the other was stomping through the forest (even though he wasn’t). This was definitely a perk of not having sight.
His head turned in the direction the loud voice came from. Milky colored eyes stared, sightless, toward the male that was speaking. His ears slicked back against his head only because the other male seemed to be speaking so loudly. For the sightless young male with his sense of hearing intensified to make up for his lack of sight, it was almost as if the other male were right beside him and yelling into his ear. There was a small part of him that wanted to say something about the loudness, but he held his tongue because one thing Yildun was not and that was rude. He didn’t have even a single rude bone in his young body. His daddy had taught him well.
“I’m Yildun,” he answered, not bothering to include Dragonwatchers anywhere in his introduction since it was hopefully obvious that he was a part of the pack, being this far into the pack territory. Plus, he figured that it was probably no secret that a group of eight had come and joined the pack not that long ago, with him, the blind one, being part of that group.
Like any Alpha—particularly any new, young Alpha concerned with proving herself—Koontz wondered if she'd made the best decision allowing a blind wolf to join her ranks. He had been part of a packaged deal and she had known that if she had turned him away, she would have lost out on the rest of the group as well. Her reasoning for accepting him wasn't purely self-serving, though; she genuinely wanted to give him a chance. More than anything, she really wanted to see, up close and personal, how a disabled wolf survived.
She also wanted to figure out a way to make him useful. As she walked along the borders presently, she wondered about what sort of duties a blind wolf could perform. Obviously, he could not hunt well, nor fight or guard. Yet in losing one sense, surely his others had sharpened, right? Was it a stretch to imagine that Yildun possessed unequaled hearing? Perhaps she could even take it one step further and assume that he was a good listener. If he was—and if he had the right personality for it—she imagined that the blind Sigma might be a great candidate for the Dreamserpent duties.
Of course, she would have to consult with him, get a feel for his personality and his interests. Koontz did want to speak to him—to all of her new recruits—one-on-one. With Yildun, however, she felt hesitant. She wanted to talk about his disability frankly but without offending him. The young Alpha wanted to turn his handicap into a strength that could serve her pack without offending him. She wasn't sure how to approach him about it just yet, so she held back.
When she heard voices in the distance and realized who the two wolves were—Yildun himself and Two Face—Koontz considered showing herself and speaking with them. The hoary yearling stood out of view, listening. Ultimately, she decided not to interrupt their conversation. As much as she wanted to speak with Yildun, she needed to give her pack mates the opportunity to get to know one another and form bonds too. And she still needed time to think about how to speak with him candidly but diplomatically. She wasn't prepared yet, so she moved on in silence, passing by like nothing more than a silvery shadow.
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”Yildun, That’s an interesting name. I like your spots and your eyes are really ….. white” The minute he finished his introduction Two Face felt the worry ebb from his body and return to the raging river of insecurities he kept dammed up in his brain. Two face hadn’t met many wolves with features like Yildun the gray dots that covered various parts of his body were unique, but the thing that stood out were his eyes. Yildun’s eyes were unlike anything Two Face had ever seen before. A wolf with eyes like his had to be very important, and there was something about his stare it was like Yildun wasn’t seeing Two Face even though they were staring right at each other.
Two Face was a bit unnerved by Yildun’s stare but he wouldn’t allow the way someone looked to factor in to his opinion of them. Especially not when that someone was the second wolf he had made contact with in his pack. Staring in the direction Yildun had been yelling at Two Face Furrowed his brow in confusion. ” Hey Yildun, what were you yelling at?” Two face looked back at Yildun’s snowy eyes ”and what’s that smell?” Walking closer Two Face tried to see what Yildun was talking to before being interupted.
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]
Yildun inwardly groaned, but no outward sound was made, at the mention of his eyes being white. He knew that this was something he was going to end up running into and dealing with since none of the wolves in this pack that they joined had known him before coming here (except the group he came here with). They didn’t know he was blind and knew that this was something he was going to have to explain, as well as explain (and prove) that he was not entirely useless because of his blindness. Part of him was suddenly feeling homesick in that moment.
Super sensitive hearing picked up the sound of someone else moving and gave a slight flick of an ear. But the sound of movement didn’t continue nearing. He did recognize her scent, though, but did not call out to her. He wasn’t even sure if she was aware of him being there, as well as the other male. Sometimes having hearing far better than most wasn’t a blessing like some would think. Sometimes it was far more of a hindrance than anything else. He lived with it, though, because it wasn’t like he had any choice in the matter. Not having sight, his body made up for it in other ways; superior hearing.
His attention finally fully returned to the male; Two Face. His eyes didn’t shift around as they would had he been able to see. “I don’t know,” he answered the first question asked of him. “I thought I heard something or someone, but I’m not sure.” This was one of those times that he did wish that he could see because surely it would make this all easier. “The smell is coming from just over here,” he answered, motioning a little ways in front of him with his muzzle. “But I can’t see what it is…” A soft sigh slipped from the young male. “My eyes are the color they are because I am blind…”
I’m still not sure if you want to discover what the smell was yourself or what so I have avoided the subject.
Two Face’s eyes widened when Yildun said he was blind. Having never met a blind wolf before Two Face didn’t know if there were any special formalities that he should follow, and judging by the sigh Yildun let escape his lips he was sensitive when it came to his eyes. This was the second pack wolf he had encountered and he didn’t want to hurt the soft spoken guy’s feelings by doing anything wrong. He had learned a long time ago that when you didn’t know what to do then do what felt right, and treating Yildun like he treated everybody felt very right to Two Face.
“Wow, I’ve never met a blind wolf before. Does that mean that you can smell better and hear further than other wolves?” Two Face couldn’t help but wonder how much further Yildun was able to hear and smell than a regular everyday wolf. Perhaps he would be an awesome border guard able to smell and hear wolves approaching the territory before they got anywhere near the borders. That would give the pack more than enough time to set up a proper party for any sudden visitors. The thought of Yildun’s sigh when mention of his blindness came up shook any other musings of testing the limits of Yildun’s senses from Two Face’s mind.
“Hey, you know what you don’t need to answer that it was just a stupid question. I’ve been told by others I was born without the ability to control what I say.” Two Face stepped around Yildun and took a look at the smelly thing that had led the silver wolf to this spot to be harassed by the likes of Two Face. “You know your senses are really amazing I didn’t smell anything at all. The only reason I came this way was because I saw an Interesting wolf yelling at nothing, and like always my curiosity got the better of me.” With an excited gleam in his eye Two Face Turned to Yildun “ So Yildun,, would you like me to describe what marvelous thing left you distracted long enough to allow me to sneak up and overwhelm you with my back woods bumpkin wolf style of social etiquette.”
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.”