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[Pandora!]

-->kayne!

Sunshine burst through a crackled 'window' which could actually be considered a hole in the adobe wall. Dammit, I was trying to sleep here, and there the sun was, inconveniently shining to its full potential. I allowed a groan to emit from my chops, slingng myself to one side instead of my previous belly-down position. The sun's overwhelming rays were gradually bouning around the small adobe shack, the temperatures steadily rising. It was nice to feel a bit of warmth, though, the night was a bit chilly. Autumn was my least favorite season, that was for sure, I preferred spring, where everything was blooming new life. Ironic considering I once killed for my joy. Pfft, I've changed so much since my heart-breaking love experience with dearest Zephyr, my one and only true love, the one who wrapped her fluffed tail around my heart in seconds.

My muscles needed actvity, so I gave it to them, standing and strething slowly, savoring the taste, smell, sounds, feel, and sights of morning. Birds flew about, grasping the fresh bait that squirmed in dewy grasses. The air was crisp and fresh on my body, solace to my previously aches. I heard the chirps and courting of love birds, although their tune was a bit more depressing, the upcoming of fall. The scent of pollution-less air was refreshing, supportive for the day. I tasted the dew lingering in the cool breeze.

In merely an hour after waking, I was bounding the hard-dirt shacks, terrace to level, level to terrace. It was a great exercise, my musles rippling beneath my ivory pelt, Siberian Husky and Malamute blood pounding through my purple veins. My salmon tongue lolled about my jowls, the work out relieving the cramps of rest throughout the night.

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muse- eh, okay.
comments- let the flames begin by paramore.

[Mental..;;]

Legs moved easily, paws touching the ground only lightly as I made my way across the earth, a silence surrounding me.. A silence so deep, so full of its own sound that it could at times be almost unbearable. I was exploring, letting new sights amuse my light brown eyes, and letting new sounds come to my spotted ears. The scent of another dog came to me, my nose twitching slightly. A male.. I'm not really sure whether that's a bad thing or a good thing.

I made my way over to where he was, my inquisitive eyes following him. I had let a friendly expression appear on my features, the corners of my mouth turned up only slightly in a friendly smile as well. I couldn't exactly greet him however, since I can't hear myself speaking I usually just utter incomprehendable sounds. I let my tail wag slightly, just to show that I wasn't hostile or anything like that. I'm a friendly creature, loving company and just in general being around other dogs. Though they never seem to understand me, so they end up leaving very soon after meeting me.

Sometimes I feel really bad for not being able to communicate better, but really, it's not anything I can help. At other times I can be quite jealous of others' ability to hear.. because there are so many sounds that I can remember from before I went deaf that I would love to hear again, though I can't.. never. I accept it however and I'm not sad about it or anything. Having a disability like this has made me appreciate a lot of things a lot more than others might, and the world just appears to me more clearly than it would to others. Every small detail is visible to me, even details that others might miss. Though of course, I can't tell anyone about them.

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[Pandora!]

kayne!

I felt a presence around me, but I did not growl, snarl, stiffen, etc. Instead, my ivory tail swayed with curiousity. Oh, how my darling Zephyr has changed me, and definitely for the better. I would have previously prepared myself to attack this upcoming creature, species and gender unknown to me for the wind was against me. In my damned months, my hackles would have risen, my scissors would be presented, my body would have burned with the desire to destroy another. No, now, curiousity fled through me as the wind took a new direction, giving me neccessary information. The thoughts all came to me, one after another.

Canine. Female. Pointer. Three-years-old.

And something I could not lay a fact upon; something different about this bitch now approaching me. Because of my intent determination, I irritatingly pondered upon this new character in my life story. Apparently, this female's difference shone brightly, but I still could not place it.

My nose caught that the pointer continued closer, her scent stronger. My beige lips curled in a dog-like grin, happiness flowing throughout me. It was always great to see another dog, this much was true.

I could now make out her figure. It was lean, yet strong, definitely agile. Her appearance was polite and endearing, a definite sight to see. Her ears are what made her oh-so-unique, for I had not seen any other dog with such a pattern. Her tawny eyes were gorgeous in the morning sun.

Seeing that her tail was swaying, matching my pace, I approached her without caution. "Hello, there," I spoke as we were simply feet from each other.

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muse- horrible.

[Mental..;;]

I stopped moving when I was close enough to him, long tail still swaying in a friendly matter. I didn't seem scared, I'm not scared of him.. I don't even feel as thought I should be careful, he is not appearing hostile at all, not even in the least. Curious look was plastered on my features when he spoke, greeting me no doubt. I dipped my head slightly in a nod that could be taken as a hello as well, though some others didn't understand that and thought I was just being weird.

His eyes were striking, their seemingly contrasting colors drawing my attention to them perfectly. They went well with his white coat, very appealing. I fall for others too easily, one of my several flaws. Though I move on just as quickly if they are not interested or anything like that. Which I suppose is a good thing, it saves me from getting heartbroken or disappointed.

I was still watching him, taking note of his expression and every little detail I possibly could so that I could best understand what he was trying to say. Communicating is much harder without sound, though it is possible if you are willing to just put some time into trying it. I have worked out ways to communicate several things, though sometimes even those ways fail me and others can't understand what I'm trying to say.

I am very good at reading other dogs though, my heightened senses because of the loss of one making it a lot easier for me to do than it probably is for others. As long as they somehow emphasized at least a little the motion that they were using to try and communicate with me. Though only the smallest bit of emphasis was needed for me to understand. And patience was needed too, I couldn't get it right every single time so sometimes more than one attempt was needed. Others just needed to accept that and move on, try again to get me to understand and if it isn't too difficult then I will definitely get it on the second go.

More detailed explanations are hard for me to grasp, because usually whatever they do can mean more than one thing, which makes it hard for me to know which one they mean. It's almost like a pun, though not funny like one. Hopefully he would realise quickly that I couldn't hear him, before he decided to be offended by my silence.

[Pandora!]

-->kayne!

My ears perked, awaiting a reply, but one did not appear on her lips. It worried me at first, like most things did these days. Did I say something wrong? Did fear strike her? What- I stopped myself, for she dipped her head in a greeting. Immediately, my thoughts swerved and took a different route. Could she not speak? she mute? Deaf? Blind? Shit, my mind failed at operating correctly these days.

Instead of vocalizing my thoughts, I used my facial expressions. If her comfort was not present in speaking, I would use other methods of communication. Zeph and I spoke without words more than actually speaking, so it couldn't be hard, huh?

After her dip of the head, I did the same, but the depth in my bow was increased, hopefully presenting more of an honor to meet her, but it could just make me appear as a jackass. As my bow was in progression, my eyes opened and glued to hers, giving her a goofy smile. I stood, my height seeming to grow as I did so. I had just noticed the continuous joyous motion of my swaying tail. Why was I so goofy?

[Mental..;;]

I watched him closely, seeing him dip his head the same as I had done except increased a bit. My head cocked slightly to the side, taking in his motions and working out what they meant. Did he mean to tell me that he felt it was an honor to meet me? Maybe. Well, that was rather flattering. I saw his goofy smile and it made my tail wag a little more, he was taller than me, but not too much taller. I didn't think so anyway.

My head was still slightly cocked as I watched him curiously, wondering what he might do next to try and communicate with me. It was always fun to see what they tried to do, the way that they tried to say things as well. He had grasped the fact that I couldn't speak to him pretty quickly though, sometimes it took other dogs quite a while before they finally realized that their attempts at talking to me were futile.

The look in my eyes were still inquisitive as I kept them focused on the dog before me, just waiting patiently. I could always just try to tell him something but I wanted to see what he would do first so that I would know how much to emphasize any movements I used to express my thoughts. I didn't want to exaggerate too much and then seem like a complete idiot, and nor did I want to make him feel like an idiot because he couldn't understand what I was trying to tell him.

[Pandora!]

Her precious skull tilted to one side, sending a sense of accomplishment rolling throughout me. The two of us were communicating without words, but why did surprise come to me at all? Zephyr and I spoke without speaking so much, it was natural. I supposed it was because I now was forced to, instead of it just coming. My mismatched optics caught the swaying of her tail, giving my confidence a little push.

She observed me, I observed her. I was not sure of what to do next. My need of refreshment heighten, so I mapped out our surroundings quickly. There was a small well just a few minutes away, this would give us something to do, to walk and connect. I attempted to motion at her with what I attempted to offer, swaying my head behind me in a 'come on' motion.