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- Samson Adonis - 11-20-2007 - Character Name: Samson Adonis - Character Birthdate (including year): February 2nd, 2006 - Whether s/he is a regular coyote or a Luperci: Luperci - Your e-mail: technicolor.socks@gmail.com - A secondary form of contact: aim-omg its kitaahyy -cracks knuckles- I'm a little rusty... The silence was as eerie as it always was. Samson twitched his left ear, tilting his head slightly, catching nothing. Logically he knew there must be sounds going on around him; there was a bird in the tree above him, he was crunching twigs-- he could feel them beneath his padded feet. But no sound. Two months now with almost no noise. The hybrid felt his heart sink as he realized there was no hope for him, now. He was a permanently deaf animal, a major weakness that would probably result in his early death. He paused, remembering that he could faintly hear his sister when she nursed him. That meant he had a little hearing left. Enough to communicate, which, he supposed, was all that mattered. A frown now gracing his visage, he picked up again, delicately sniffing the air to discern exactly where he was. How fascinating, he was on the borders of a coyote pack. It had been a while since Sam had been with his peers. Fear had left him hiding, and even now, it's icy grip clutched at his head, sending his nerves on overdrive. Another bear, a wild or rabid buck, even an angry coyote would be all it took to wipe him out, and he wouldn't hear them coming. Sitting back, the male's almost-white eyes closed, conjuring the scene to his mind once again. Him and his sister, Alexandria. Joined at the hip, they went out hunting, only to be blindsided by a bear. Heroic instinct had taken him over, and he had shoved Alex away, and jumped at the bear like an idiot. The fight didn't last long. The bear shook his scrawny body away as if he were a fly, giving him a nasty scratch across his rump before he kindly tossed the wolfyote into a nearby tree. Or, more accurately, against it. There had been a loud crack and silence, as he'd sat, crumpled, dazedly watching the grizzly wander away nonchalantly. Alex had helped him to safety, tended to his wounds. It wasn't until later that they realized the throw had apparently popped his eardrums, or damaged them somehow. He'd hidden away from the world until Alex, hoping to help him get over his fear, had pretended to abandoned him. So he had walked, taking small steps until he could sleep at night without worrying about attack. This is how he ended up here, sitting somewhere unidentifiable to him. Indecision rattled him. After a long moment, he nodded to himself and thrust his thin muzzle into the air and howled, his voice rusty from misuse. - Jasper de le Poer - 11-21-2007 [html]
- Samson Adonis - 11-21-2007 dont worry about length this is going to be short, anyway /: Ah, there it was. His eyes flickered over the approaching form, taking a tiny step back and letting his head drop in respect at the light colored male. Left ear jumped to attention. Samson could see that the male was talking. He squinted. Something like.. yeed thin? Amusing as that was, it obviously wasn't what the male had said. Well, hopefully-- you just never know when you're dealing with a crazy person. After a moment of deliberation, he opted for a soft 'hm?' to express his lack of understanding. It wasn't as brash as 'what' at any rate. The male wasn't idiotic, though. He was a trespasser at a border, he needed to introduce himself, did he not? 'I-- my name,' the cinnamon male started, voice scratching and hitting different volumes, 'is Samson Adonis... terribly sorry for trespassing, I was wondering if this pack might have a place for me?' The were looked away, suddenly ashamed of his handicap. How could a pack have any use for him? He wouldn't be able to help, much, in pack hunts. He might miss meetings because he couldn't hear his Omega's call. This had been a terrible idea... but he couldn't do anything now, could he. Samson would just have to wait for the inevitable rejection. - Jasper de le Poer - 11-22-2007 [html]
- Samson Adonis - 11-22-2007 you too :] gah i'm so rusty. A troubled look was starting to haunt the young male's eyes. The other was introducing himself, but he couldn't hear anything, only a mumble, a vibration of what should have been words but instead reminded him of a bee. Awkwardly he half-nodded, half tilted his head, letting a tiny whine escape. Samson hoped that would be the end of it, but of course, he was wrong. The male picked up again, and he strained, watching the other's mouth movements and trying to piece together with the intonation and the few sounds he heard. Funny thing though, about lip reading a were. It's close to impossible, given the unique shape of the muzzle. He hung his head. 'I'm sorry,' the were mumbled, flicking his right ear back. 'I can't-- I can't hear...' very well. But why try to exaggerate any ability left in his ears? Sell himself as completely deaf. Morbidity had never been his style, but he was tottering of the urge of a depression, and who could blame him? Besides himself. He picked his head up and bared his teeth apologetically. - Jasper de le Poer - 11-22-2007 [html]
- Samson Adonis - 11-22-2007 Eyes shut. Rejection was sure to follow his statement. Only an idiot would take a wretched creature into their pack. After the moment didn't come, he opened one eye to find the boy writing in the dirt. Wha- he crouched, tilting his head forward to read the words. After a moment the were's mouth split into a wide grin, excitement bubbling up inside him. He had never thought of this method-- how stupid of him, completely idiotic, what a fool he was, but that was beside the point now, because obviously this pack member was expecting an answer of some sort. 'Yes, I can,' the hybrid responded, still grinning. Now he did have a chance. Of course, he'd have to go scrounging for a pad of paper and a stick of graphite to carry around, so he could communicate with others at all times. Rather, have them communicate with him. Samson hesitated for a minute, before opening his mouth once more. 'I think-- maybe, if you talk directly into my left ear, I might be able to hear you.' He felt bad, making the poor boy go through all this trouble just to get some simple answers. Shoulders tensed as he leaned forward, cocking his left ear forward with an apprehensive expression. - Jasper de le Poer - 11-22-2007 [html]
- Samson Adonis - 11-22-2007 When the boy leaned forward, Samson let his eyelids drop, summoning all his power to concentrate on the others voice. M Jasper.. tis place s clou..ed tears.' The were's eyes opened, nodding in comprehension. 'Nice to meet you, Jasper.' He bit his lip, trying to pierce together the last bit of information. The name of the pack, he interpreted it as, was Clou-ed Tears? No, no, Cloued wasn't a word. the Pack of White Supremacy was what he had meant. Slowly the muscles in his shoulders relaxed, ears tilted forward yet again when the male began to speak, clarifying what he had asked earlier. Skills? Different from hunting, or ordinary things, he supposed. 'Erm,' the hybrid started, scratching his head. 'I can read an' write.' There had to be more. Samson racked his mind. 'I suppose m'a bit of an artist, too.' If artistry was simple sketches against recycled bits of scratch paper. Although the male would have no knowledge of such things, joining a pack was a bit like applying for a job. Your resume was what you could do for the pack, what experiences you've had. And if you sold yourself short... well, you'd be looking for a different pack. Now his question was: would the Pack of White Supremacy take a deaf dog? - Jasper de le Poer - 11-22-2007 [html]
- Phasma Kiles - 11-22-2007 [html]
- Samson Adonis - 11-22-2007 'scuse the length, per favore! The anticipation gnawed at him. Sam looked down nervously, awaiting his judgement, which followed momentarily. The verdict was allowance, making his eyes light up and another smile curve his lips. 'Thank you very much,' came the murmured reply, ears going back. He felt the awkward urge to hug the boy, but didn't want to scare him with the sudden action. Instead he stepped backwards a little bit, smiled a bit wider, and lifted one paw to wave. He certainly wasn't going to make Jasper stick around any longer than nessecary. After a moment of pause, the were turned and stepped away, practically skipping. He had a lot of exploring to do. |