Don't Believe[khronos]

[Harlot]

[bg=4d5e74][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] The basin was quiet. Nothing stirred, not even a breeze. The surface of the water below was only broken by the passing of ducks and the occassional bubble of oxygen that would make its way up from the floor of the basin. The snow that covered the hilly landscape sparked in the sunlight. It was verging on afternoon and already rather warm. The snow would be melted soon. She prefered it to be cold, the heat was not welcome in her book, nor was the slippery mess that was inevitable once the snow melted away. For now it was okay. For now Harlot hoped for another blizzard to blow into the region. Harlot could hardly see. It was a major flaw, one that limited her to a world of night time lurking. Still it was something she had become used to. She was thankful not to be completely blind, though it was still possible that she would become blind with age. In the daylight Harlot's fur shone a dull black, the color of charcoal. Her legs and muzzle were a silver brown tone. Her eyes appeared pupilless, though there was a pupil in those lavender pools. They were silver dishes that blended with her irises. Her eyes reached into the soul. Harlot inched alone the waterside, trying to keep her footing. She tripped and stagged sidways, splashing water up her side. Her fur raised, standing on end. She was pissed. Throwing a tantrum she kicked out, thrashing hopelessly. What was she doing out in the daytime anyway? She was so stupid and so useless. Jumping up in down, she was aware that she was splashing mud and water all over herself. Calming down she clammered away from the water and plopped down under what appeared to be a tree.

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[Khronos]

[bg=162200][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] Khronos took slow, cautious steps. He felt tremors reverberating through the thin layer of snow that remained on the ground, and could feel what lay merely a few feet in front of him. This tactic was useful, because the trees did not make sounds this time of year, no leaves ruffled in the breeze during the bitter winter. His satellites whirred in circles. Listening was his best chance of detecting another while the broad, unyielding sun was high overhead. During the day, he was completely at a loss of sight. Most of the time he remained hidden in the woods when he couldn't see, but on this particular afternoon, he felt the need to move around. He did not get far from the protection of the woods though, when he halted immediately. His auditors twitched forward and to the side. The sound of a splash was imminent nearby. He stood where he was, not sure how to approach, and unsure of what caused the noise. The raucous grew louder, as if something was fretting at the edge of the water. His ears fell back as he grew tense in wait. Whether to approach or to recede was a mystery to him, so he remained. He cursed under his breath, wishing at this particular point that he weren't a cosmos, or that he at least only partial daytime blindness. Against his better judgment, he decided to continue his approach in the direction of the sound. As he began to move again, the noise ceased and he froze, in fear that whatever caused it had seen him. He heard the crunch of the mild crunch of the snow as something moved, not terribly far in front of him. This sensation was matched by a slight vibration in the ground, a few light steps, not bouncing back from his own padders, but coming to him from another. They were growing closer, but not directly towards him. He felt they could only be a few meters ahead of him. The movement halted nearby, and there was a light shake in the ground as, he guessed, the one who had caused it laid down by the tree line along the side of the lake. Ears still back, Khronos allowed his maw to open a slight bit, ready to speak. "Uh, he- hello?" He asked towards the stranger. This inquiry would have been so much easier for him, had it only been dark outside. He knew though, that night would fall soon enough, the sun was not as high as it had been earlier, and the afternoon temperatures had already begun a gradual descent to the cold bite of winters dusk. Mid afternoon, he would guess. He did not advance any farther, but he was tense and did not let his guard down in anticipation of whatever could happen next.

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[Harlot]

[bg=4d5e74][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] "Uh, he- hello?" Harlot about pissed herself as the voice sounded from behind her. Convulsing in surprise she had to have jumped at least five feet in the air. Her heart slammed into her rib cage and she got quickly to her paws. It was enough to bring her intense pain in the pit of her stomach. The pain was enough to make her groan and haunch over as nausea washed over her. "Yeah. Hi." She groaned pitifully through the pain. As it began to pass she took a few steps backward and squinted her eyes to try and see better. Obviously by the voice it was a male, but otherwise she couldn't tell anything about him when all she could see was a large brownish blob. "Ehhh...you must excuse me if I stare...my eyes don't work well in the daytime." She sat back, unintimidated by the brute. Of course she probably should be, because the chances were that he was much larger than her, and potentially dangerous. Harlot herself tried not to fear males or anyone bigger than her, most wolves were bigger than her. It was everyone else's fault that they didn't see her as a possible enemy. Yet Harlot was danger fun sized. Her passive aggressive nature was an attractant to her grudge holding capabilities. She used them fully to her advantage. Uhm...I'm Harlot." She made a funny face, knowing that even though she couldn't see his face, he was making some face or showing some surprise at her name. Either way he had to be reacting somehow, everyone did. Despite her name, Harlot was not a tramp at all. She had never even, well, you know. "I can't wait till its night time." This statement was more to herself than to the male. She was aware that she said it too loud for only her own ears to hear. Mentally she was scolding herself, holding her temper in check before she could throw a fit again. Harlot yawned. She was tired, ready for a nap. That's what she should be doing. Her sleep was already restless without her not sleeping at all. Her paws would surely weigh fifty pounds tonight. Harlot had so many symptoms, she wasn't always sure that it was only her anglemans syndrome. The stomach pains weren't a symptom of anglemans, as far as she knew. What else could it be though? She only knew about anglemans because she had it. The truth was that she also had coaeliac disease and just didn't know it. How ever would such a small, sickly wolf survive? She had more than her fair share of diseased with one being indirectly fatal and the other potentially fatal.

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[Khronos]

[bg=162200][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] Khronos started in surprise. His presence was not known before he had spoken, and his speech had caused the other to rise hurriedly, in a clamor. Muscles bunched, tense, and he stepped back quickly, not sure if he had frightened them or caused them to become aggressive towards him. The movements stopped after a moment, and Khronos stopped where he was, a yard or two farther than he had been. Right ear swirled forward, left ear stuck straight up. He heard a groan, mild, quiet, but certain. Then, a voice. It was a female's. She greeted him back, seemingly unenthusiastic. She continued, apologizing for poor eye sight. His head tilted to the right, following his ears lead, and he responded. "Well, certainly it is not your fault. I too have poor vision during the day, none, actually. You might call me Khronos." He introduced himself, and bowed slightly, always showing respect to females. He knew she may not be able to see this slight movement if her sight was minimal, but the gesture itself made him feel right. "I sure hope I didn't startle you." He was sincere. Surely his presence was not expected. Khronos shifted uneasily from pad to pad, feeling the thin, gentle layer of snow between his toe. He flexed them, and his extraordinarily long claws moved effortlessly through the snow, and into the frozen ground beneath it. A dull ache began pressing out against the barons lungs. He exhaled, finally aware that he had been holding his breath the entire time since he had responded to her. He wished so badly that he could see the contrails of his breath, now, as it blended into the bitter winter air. A yawn was heard between the way, it was faint, but Khronos heard it nonetheless. Had he awoken her? He hoped not. "Did I disturb you? I'm sorry, I truly did not mean to." He took a few small steps back, almost sorry that he had come down here today. He wasn't sure what he had been thinking in doing so, but it had resulted in nothing more than bothering a complete stranger.

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[Harlot]

[bg=4d5e74][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] His name was Khronos. It sounded right against his deep but milky voice. She heard him shuffling his paws, but the movement was too slight for her eyes to see. "I sure hope I didn't startle you." His voice was softened by sincerity. Harlot smiled slightly then found herself biting her lip. She hardly knew Khronos, he could be pulling her tail. A liquid liar. Before she yawned, he let our a loud breath. She didn't know why but then again it wasn't her business when she couldn't even see him. "Did I disturb you? I'm sorry, I truly did not mean to." Harlot started shaking her head before remembering that he was blind. "Oh no. I didn't sleep well. I mean..I wasn't sleeping, but last time I slept I didn't sleep well." She heard him stepping away. Harlot wanted his company and found herself stepping toward him. "Please, stay. I don't often find myself in the company of others." When she was certain he wasn't going to walk away completely, Harlot stepped back, giving him his space back, and sat down once more. This time her tail wrapped around her paws. As the sun slipped past noon, Harlot felt the hot sun on her back. She detested the heat given off by the sun, she much more favored the moon. "So I'm gonna go out on a limb her and assume that you're a Cosmos as well?" She chuckled softly, her words a statement that came out like a question. For a wolf who had no fear of conversing, harlot was aware that she had very little to say. What kind of conversations did you have when you couldn't see and when you were being slowly edged toward a breakdown from lack of sleep?

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