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    BEOWOLF ![color=white] ➤ information | battle tags | [abbr=Reincarnation of Angelbeats, ex-Shadowclan Leader ➤ ages 1month per 100posts]other[/abbr] | #beowolfposts | #openthreadbeowolf


    [justify]Beowolf had many things to be happy for- Windclan winning their home back, Alaska coming to Windclan, his friends, his life, training... the fact he wasn't blinded, that he could still walk, and was making a quick recovery. But none of that seemed to matter with the hardest blow of all he seemed to have received- he'd be deaf in his right ear for the rest of his life. Some had suggested swapping bodies- but it wasn't like he had any powers. He was just a... normal wolf, and despite having so many abilities in a life past, none of them seemed to have transferred over. Not that he had known of, at least- so such things of "just jump"! Seemed futile to him.


    Despite this, the male tried to stay strong for his clan mates, though it was difficult. He was either to loud, or too quiet, unable to gauge his own volume without the help of his other ear. At least his wounds from the shrapnel were healing quickly, some without dressings now- but the inky black Guardian was still covered in tightly wrap bandages here and there, mainly around his shoulder which had taken the blunt of the shrapnel itself. At least it makes for a few good scars. He thought dully, blinking his copper eyes. That blow had startled him, wounded him on levels he didn't even understand yet- the mere sound of whistling put him into a panic attack, and he couldn't hear others sometimes all too well, especially if they turned away from him.


    "...Does anyone know how to read lips?" He shouted out suddenly, intentionally loud for once to try and draw others attentions. He still had hearing in one ear, but he figured it was good to learn how to read lips, just to be... safe, per say. Besides, it was a handy skill... wasn't it?[/justify]


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    Alaska did not know how Beau might be feeling, as she had never such a thing — excluding becoming blind in one eye when she had been the notorious Redvelvet, yet that had been relatively simple to bounce back from. The loss of sight may be equivalent to the loss of hearing in other's minds, but to her, being deaf was horrible. But it was not only that Beowolf was partially deaf, but also the fact he had been crucially injured from the bomb as well and the mere thought of such a thing sent automatic shivers of fear down her spine. Now, however, the tortie trainee having overheard her boyfriend's call, padded in the direction of Beowolf, a bubbly expression delighting her multi-coloured features as a feeble attempt to conceal her nervousness.


    Signature devilish smile gracing her thin lips, Alaska would make certain she was on the charcoal-black canine's left side rather than his right so she could communicate better and hopefully lessen the strain of hearing. "Hey, honey – I can if you'd like, doll." She volunteered, not particularly talented in this area, but not entirely hopeless as she offered him a comforting grin, praying he had heard her correctly.
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    "I think it's something you'd just have to practice." Rhy commented. She hadn't really looked into it. Likely, if it was a real hassle, he'd get telepathy soon enough and problem solved! Somewhat, anyway. It annoyed her how easily people seemed to overcome their disabilities -- almost like they weren't really disabilities at all, just interesting little added tidbits.


    Rhy had disabilities. Damn did she have a disability -- also caused by the humans, as it were. She had some amount of sympathy for Beowolf, but really he had gotten off pretty easily in her mind. The small green dragon tried to think if she had run into particularly good lip readers before. Wasn't Frenchpaw in that camp? Or was she just imagining that?
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    BEOWOLF ![color=white] ➤ information | battle tags | [abbr=Reincarnation of Angelbeats, ex-Shadowclan Leader ➤ ages 1month per 100posts ➤ Has PTSD; Heavily Triggered by Whistling]other[/abbr] | #beowolfposts | #openthreadbeowolf


    [justify]He looked over to Alaska with relief in his eyes, grateful she took up his left side. It made things easier for him in a small way, such as to hear her voice. He felt lucky he hadn't lost the hearing in both of his ears ( although it had been a close call ), for the male wasn't sure what he'd do with himself if he wasn't able to hear her voice anymore. He nodded in her direction, his smile small when he turned over to Rhy, and gave her a small smile, too. He supposed in the lands of disabilities he had gotten off rather easy- losing only the hearing in his right side and getting off with a bit of a burn and plenty of scars- the PTSD wasn't all that nice though, but that was something he had yet to really learn of within himself.


    Regardless, he couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to be crippled- twice. It just didn't seem fair, but the world wasn't fair. Regardless, he also found it unfair how some people could just... power away their disabilities- seemingly born without them, the wolf supposed he had to get used to them the old fashioned way.


    "Aye, I suppose so." was his response, looking at the orange and green dragon with interest in his eyes. Practice was always a good thing- but granted, it could be hard at times. "And yer help is always welcome, love." he directed towards Alaska next, his copper gaze softening. He wouldn't be all too good at it right away- but hey, things were a start, and it was better to start practicing sooner than later in his head. [/justify]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 11pt; height: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; color: olive; font-family: georgia]WELL TELL HER THAT I MISS OUR LITTLE TALKS ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height:95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]When he’d gotten telepathy, Frenchhorn had been excited purely because he’d thought it was about time to be done with all of that difficult lip-reading. Sure, he was fairly good at it, as long as nobody was moving or trying to interrupt someone else, but it was a pain in the rear. However, it hadn’t taken him long to discover that telepathy didn’t give him the magical ability to hear like he’d thought it would, and some of his Clanmates’ minds were surprisingly well-protected. All he could do was speak without worrying. He wasn’t complaining, as that had been a definite improvement over writing things out and hoping most of his friends were literate, but still.


    All in all, he was just as clueless as ever, though he chose to insert himself into this group anyway. Why not? They were talking, and he wanted to talk. If he’d known they were discussing lip-reading, the intern would have suddenly announced something about herbs and left. He had to think about it almost constantly; talking about it wasn’t going to make anything better. Hi. What help? Of course, that sentence hadn’t been directed toward him, but Frenchy had been close enough to pick up on it.
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