gone crazy;; Quenz

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Puppet - quenz the creative


I strutted down a low-life street, seeing many open garbage cans and drunks wandering down the road. I nimbly dodgd their gross feet as I continued along, watching these people warily. One of their kids emerged to peet me and I growled, tail between my legs and ears against my head. Idiots. I thought in my imaginative head, quickly manuvering my way through the crowd. I was new to this neighborhood. I'd never seen such a nasty place where people just...don't care!

I walked over to a can of trash to see on the very top, an old sandwich just begging to be eaten. I grabbed it and started horking it down, my German Shepherd canines ripping it apart. After a few mere seconds, it was gone, and I was in the garbage can, again. I had found little treasures in there and I continued to gulp down the filthy things people threw out.

"Just my luck!" I barked, happy as can be. Hopefully, no other dogs were around here. I'd really not want to get a fight going. I hate fighting. I'm more of an imaginative guy. I sat down, scratching my honey yellow ears to get a single flea off. I yawned quietly, realizing just how tired I was. I circled a few times on a bed of leaves and laid down, sighing as I closed my eyes slowly, relaxing. Then, sleep took over.

I was running in a large field full of many, many animals. Bears, moose, rabbits, mice and badgers. I had just lost my mother and was screaming and crying, looking for her. I found her corps and screeched, actuall yso loud, I woke myself up. "Damn." was the only word I could say befre trying to get to sleep again.

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Flicker

There's nothing but silence in this world for me, though silence has many sound. This one for instance is a busy almost overwhelming silence, it is threatening, it is almost hostile. Though anyone that can actually hear would not notice that as I do, but then, they would be able to hear the actual sounds. I was just walking confidently between the humans, completely relaxed. They pose no threat for me, even though the smell about them leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I think it's something that they drink, or eat. Though most of them just seem dirty too. I don't really like it but there's nothing I can do so why shouldn't I just accept it.

A different scent came to me, that of a dog. Oh, that could either mean trouble or it could be a good thing. Wait, I see him. I make sure to stay a safe distance away, I didn't want to get hurt. My tail wags almost enthusiastically, a smile on my friendly features as I watch him, my light brown eyes friendly. Now I just need to wait and see how he reacts so that I know whether to run or stay. I can't fight.. not because it's physically impossible for me to do but rather because I don't see the point of inflicting so much harm on another creature just for the sake of it. Nothing comes of fighting.

I had noticed the garbage can nearby but I wasn't hungry, I had just come from a place where I had found enough to fill my small stomach. My pointer lineage made my naturally a thin dog so I couldn't eat too much anyway, just enough to keep my stomach full and me happy. So I wasn't taking too much notice of it. Just the dog. Hopefully he didn't take my silence as offense, because really I couldn't help it. So many other dogs thought that I was just being rude and insulting them because I didn't answer them. I would try my best to communicate to him what I'm trying to say.

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I opened my mocha eyes slowly to see a young pointer hovering over me. "Hello?" I asked, curious as can be. "And, who might you be?" This was weird. I wasn't used to waking up from a nice sleep to see a...dog, standing over me, not even saying a single word. She didn't look like she wanted a fight. Which, was good, in his mind. But, what did they want?

He stood up, stretching in the light and letting out a drowsy yawn. He felt the cold autumn wind blow a chill down his spine and he shivered, looking at this dog's tail. It was a stub. A little, itty, bitty stub. He laughed, waiting for a response from the pointer.

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He was saying something to me.. I cocked my head to the side, ears lifted slightly from where they hung next to my face. Friendly expression stayed on my features though my eyes were questioning in a curious sort of fashion. What was it that he was saying?

My tail hadn't been docked when I was young, so it was still long. Though at present it was held down, though not quite tucked between my legs. I would be careful for a few more minutes, just to make completely sure that this dog did not intend to harm me before I would relax and just be completely comfortable around him.

I wasn't here for any specific reason, I had just been passing by and thought it would be nice of me to come and say hello. That, and I was quite lonely because other dogs seemed to find it hard to just become acquainted with a dog that could not hear them and could not easily communicate with them because of that fact. Maybe it was too hard for them to just accept me because of my deafness. But I know that I will find a friend at some point, no matter how long it takes me. I'll just be happy when I do. I don't like being lonely.

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I stopped, looking into this dogs eyes. There had been no response, which confused me, slightly. Then, it all came together. "Your deaf!" I barked loudly, knowing that she still wouldn't hear. No wonder she hadn't said anything back. I tried to imagine what life was without sound, but couldn't. No, sound was my life. But, could she even talk, this dog? I cocked my head to one side and barked, blinking curiously.

My heart thudded as I poked this dog with my large paw, way to big for my body. Hopefully, that would get a reaction. I thought again about being deaf. No, it would be like an eerie silence that has held you hostage from sound your entire life. I whined, ear pinned to my head and looked at this dog. 'Please answer, please answer...' I thought sadly, looking at this dog again.

I sighed, sitting down and looking up to keep an eye on her face. This may take a while.

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I watched him closely, seeing him speak again but his expression was one of realization. He'd figured out that I was deaf. That was good. I kept my eyes on him, seeing him bark. I could tell it was a bark and not words. Then I saw him blink curiously.. Ohh... he wanted to know whether I could speak or make some sound. Let's see.. I attempt a bark, it sounded mire like a sneeze and a cough combined than it did a bark.. I knew that, because I could feel the way it felt in my throat. I lowered my head shamedly, though still keeping my eyes on him as I frowned slightly, my ears pulled back slightly in a saddened way. Sadly, I could not speak or even make proper sounds.

I felt him poke me with a large paw, noticing that his paws seemed a little too big for the rest of him. I watched him, took in his expression. I couldn't hear his whining though, or even tell that he was doing it. I could see his ears pinned back too, the expression on his face seeming sad to me. Was he trying to tell me that he was sorry? Or was it a question? I dont think it's a question, he wasn't looking curious or questioningly at me.. Maybe it is though, maybe he wants to know my name. I dipped my head slightly, a questioning look on my features, a slight frown creasing my forehead as I watched him, wondering what exactly it was that he wanted. I didn't want to just assume that it was a question and then look like an idiot trying to answer it when it was actually only a statement.