With mute ears, and wings to fly. (Joining Post)

[Honor]

Vanity

"Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothing
else to compare. The sight of you leaves me
weak. There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel. Please let me know
that it's real. You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you."

"Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You"
~by Muse~

The old place seemed to be on the cold side. There was breeze that rolled in only to show Vanity that he wasn’t alone. The scraps of metal made movements that kept distracting him, they made him feel unsafe. Not hearing is a large disability when coming into a new territory, and it made it hard for Van to trust people. The eerie breeze that caressed the large, glorious, black wings that were spread out on his back made him jump. Such a large thing he was, and because of this he crashed into a large pile of scrap metal. He shifted his deep blue eyes over to a shadow that was casted by a large pile of rubble. The must not keep things here pretty clean. Of course they didn't, they were dog's, and according to the other dogs, they were kinda weird.

The brute was trying so very hard to keep quiet, but he didn’t know how hard he was breathing, how hard his feet were hitting the ground, it he was hitting anything with him wings or whatnot, but in all reality, his disability didn’t make him feel less of himself. It made him happier inside to know that he was unique, and from what he had experience within his parents and the drama that not hearing is a plus. A damn good one at that.. He had been born with it, out of 12 pups that laid within his mother's womb, he was the only one strong enough to withstand the venom that lurked throughout her veins. Why? Because he was the only one with the same chemical running through his veins. The rest of his brothers and sister's just had the awkward eye color, and the wings. Of course Vanity got all of his dad's traits. A enormous great Dane that was jet black, along with hit retracted wings, damn weird eye color, and of course the jackpot, a deaf dog. Van felt like he was swimming in the biggest of oceans, and there are people pulling him back to the start right before he reaches water's edge. Trying to understand others was hard, so hard that it gave him a searing headache. He had gotten good at it, but he usually tied it in with their body language. Smart dog. It was hard to reach the midst of their minds when he wasn't even remotely aware of what they were going to do next.

There was so much going on with the Paladins, and Morgs, and Demerons, but not with the Celes Pack. Why? All questions had gone unanswered, and it annoyed him. The Celes couldn’t have been a quiet pack at a time, or have they always been like that? hmmm… Van knew that they Celes wanted to come to an alliance with the Demerons for the oncoming war, but that only made him worry. It made him scared, because who wanted a deaf dog in their pack when an oncoming war was abroad. No one. He was a special, but in all reality was that ever going to be enough? Would that make him good for what he wanted to do? He didn't want to be a caretaker, he wanted to fight, to rip apart everyone that got in his way. He wasn't a dog for violence, but if it was for his pack then he would be willing to adjust to that. Maybe.. Just maybe.