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[[Hydro.TOXIC]]

Blind gray blue eyes stared at nothing but darkness, the male's gray pelt tinted ever so slightly with a very very light pale blue color ruffled when a breeze brushed past, whispering in his ears and telling him about the world. He stood upon a wooden bench, his darkly colored paw pads feeling the rough yet smooth wood underneath himself. His face was turning in the direction, east, in which the sun was peeking through the trees and casting a pink, purple, and orange mixture of colors across the lightening sky. It was beautiful, but he could not see. He had been born blind, and he never would see a daybreak like this one. But his blindness didn't bother him at all. It never did.

His nostrils flared as his blind eyes shifted, his head turning to the northeastern direction. He knew humans lived that way. He had passerby the noisy and reek of a city before, and not long ago. His ears went into the relaxed position, pointing slightly out to the sides, the ear tiffs inside his ears prickling. His flicked an ear, casting to the side while his left ear remained erect and pointing northwest. He could hear everything from here to a few miles away. It was amazing how sharp his hearing was, as a substitute for his lack of eyesight. 

His maw parted into a yawn, revealing his fangs. Long canines gleamed the the faint glare of the first faint of sunlight. His pelt rippled, revealing the strength and hard muscle beneath the soft and ruffled pelt. He shook his head after his Maw closed, and with a flick of his tail he slid - or leapt - fromthe bench, landing smoothly on all four paws. His neck fur was bristling in amusement and some random joyful mood. A cold, chilling yet excited feeling ran through him. This made him smile to himself, before he padded forward, his pace trained upon a walk. It might actually turn out to be a nice day today, for once out of all the gloominess the days normally were. He raised his head, letting his pride show as he trotted forward and stopped when he stepped in the middle of the abandoned rail road tracks.

His felt the wood he was standing on was cracked, for elongated wood poked his tough but tender in places paw pads. His long black claws scraped the wood slightly as he felt the crumbling object beneath him. His flicked his long tail in boredness now before he walked forward, slowly making his way down the abandoned track. He felt stoned that where jagged, peebles, acorns, ash, and earth beneath his paws as he padded over all the dermis scattered on the tracks. He found it slightly interesting how he could tell things by feeling rather than seeing them. As he thought this, his already slow walk stopped. Everything stopped.

Slowly, his hind legs bent as his knees and his haunches lowered to the earth ground. He leaned back ever so slightly, one paw raised while he gnawed at it, his fangs coughing a flea while he thought to himself. Would anyone come by and see him? Would they run away or stay? He shook these thoughts away while his fangs crunched down onto the flea. There was a crunch, a spitting noise as Hydotoxic spat out the bug, and placed his paw back on the ground. No, you fool! He thought sarcastically to himself. Nobody would be around. Or . . . Would there? His shifted uneasily at this thought before returning to his slightly leaned back position with the paw of his on the ground. It's so silent. . . It always is.