Talking to Shadows

[Damien Skour]

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[atrb=width,316][atrb=height,658][atrb=background,http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w110/icehawk3252/Damiencenter.png] [scrolly:h(436),w(300),as(position:relative; top: -43px; left:3px; margin:5px;padding:3px;)sy] Shadows spilled through the damp, darkened hospital, stopped only by the light streaming through the broken and dirty windows that lined it's walls. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and still carried a vague sense of sickness and death, it was a sickening stench almost that few could stand. All it took was a nose that could be adjusted to fit the circumstances. Just like Damien's. The larg black wolf strode through the halls of the hospital, sniffing occasionally for any stray scents. It was his job as reconnaissance to scope out the entirity of Twin Oak Pack's territory for anyone trespassing. Not that it really mattered, most of the wandering souls were birds and rodents, yet it was a job that Damien took seriously and actually loved doing. He wasn't much for conversation with other wolves but he could talk to the birds just fine. Other wolves seemed to be scared of him or simply dislike him for his strange nature. The way he talked to the birds, the way he could stand still in the shadows for hours completely silent and content. Sometimes he didn't understand it himself, it wasn't the he didn't understand himself or disliked himself in anyway but as he would look at himself from other's view he could understand why they would think of him odd instead of the other way around. There was ,after all, a whole pack of them and one of him. After all of the rooms and hallways were accounted for, Damien stepped outside into the light, his black fur shimmering with dust motes and his blue green eyes squinted against the brightness of the afternoon, his scars stark across his muzzle. Suddenly he sneezed, the scents of the hospital no longer tickling his nose but now irritating his whole respiratory system it seemed. This happened sometimes, the stench becoming something of annoyance instead of something simply left alone, oh how he hated how the moon had created those nasty smells. They were something no wolf should or would want to smell. [/scrolly]

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