{"sf1_id":2042311,"sf2_id":"A1p30v0n","title":"Darkness: Prologued","author":"Ashen Hugo","words":1014,"posted_at":"2023-08-26T19:01:00.000Z","tags":["ASL","Blind","Braille","Intro","King shepard","Mute","Rottie","deaf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2042311-darkness-prologued","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1p30v0n","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2042311\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Darkness\n\nintro into a life Storied of various furs with different disability's. in some respects a lot of folks never know what goes on it a lifestyle as such.","content":"Darkness\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBy: Ashen Hugo\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPrologue\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe scene opens up with a young rottweiler sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a simple t-shirt, with jean shorts on him, with a device on his lap.\u0026nbsp; The Sun rays drifted into the room as his paw fingers tapped away on the device.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFade to black. . .\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDarkness, emptiness, voidness. . .\u0026nbsp; Was all I could see, feel, hear. . .\u0026nbsp; Pressure, friction, Warmth, coldness. . .\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThese were my everyday friends, my curse, my home. . .\u0026nbsp; My Life, My prison, My loneliness. .\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou are probably wondering what the hell I was talking about.\u0026nbsp; You wouldn't be the only one. .\u0026nbsp; As far as I can remember it has always been this way. .\u0026nbsp; For many years, I was only responding to what my called body wanted me to do, the various pushes, prodding, patting I would get. .\u0026nbsp; These were foreign concepts, words to me in the beginning.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnother scene showing a very puppy like rottweiler being fed by a older black Labrador.\u0026nbsp; Another scene shows the Lab giving the pup a scrub down in the shower, the pup standing there his gaze distance as if he was \u0026nbsp;staring into nothingness.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFade back to black. . .\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEvery so often I would get a feeling of a thing that would grab a part of me, do something over, and over, place my what I later learn paw fingers onto objects, moving the object, while tracing odd symbols on the back of my paw.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA scene showing the much older Rottweiler being shown objects, the golden retriever guides the paw fingers onto the object. Then slowly tracing symbols in the palm pads of the rottweiler.\u0026nbsp; A later scene shows the rottweiler finger signing the various lettering in signs that he was taught.\u0026nbsp; The golden retriever smiling as he waited for the young pup to finish, before the rottweiler pup place his paw pads onto the goldens\u0026nbsp; paws as he followed what the golden was signing back to him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFade to black. . .\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUnderstanding, Experiencing, Reality.\u0026nbsp; As I grew older, and learn how to read, write, as well as communicate using braille, as well with my paws when somebody was around, that knew sign language.\u0026nbsp; The world slowly open up that much more.\u0026nbsp; Though my emptiness, was still there.\u0026nbsp; I completed my education, and pass the high school exam.\u0026nbsp; I was now facing reality.\u0026nbsp; As I was place in a apartment. \u0026nbsp;With no more help from the state as far as one on one training. \u0026nbsp;As I was now a adult.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe scene shows a grown up anthros rottweiler reading a thick braille book on the counter, with a bowl of ingredients being mixed under the mixer.\u0026nbsp; Another scene in the living room, shows him doing work outs on a bench with free ranging weights.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFade to Black. . .\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lived like this for a few weeks.\u0026nbsp; Having my groceries delivered, living my days, pondering on what I should do next.\u0026nbsp; I had a idea on what I wanted.\u0026nbsp; But, could I accomplish it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Your destination is on the right.\u0026nbsp; Navigation has ended.\" A female voice spoke from the device speaker on the dash.\u0026nbsp; My eyes searched for a parking spot in this apartment complex.\u0026nbsp; I was able to find one, as I parked my model S into it.\u0026nbsp; Putting it in park as I unbuckled and press the door release button causing the door to pop open.\u0026nbsp; I stood up out of the car, closing the door, as I read the numbering that was posted on the breezeways of the apartment looking for a particular number.\u0026nbsp; Finding it, I started walking to my target.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA scene showing a tall white fur king Shepard, with a slighted muddy amber eyes walking up to a door in a breezeway with a number 691 on the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI reached into my panty pack, withdrawing a phone.\u0026nbsp; My fingers tapped around bringing up a contact in my messages app.\u0026nbsp; (Jake R)\u0026nbsp; I tapped a message to the contact.\u0026nbsp; (From Tony;\u0026nbsp; Hey Jake.\u0026nbsp; I am at your door.\u0026nbsp; I sent the message.\u0026nbsp; Not more than two minutes later, the sound of the door being unlocked could be heard as it open revealing Jake a buff up young rottweiler.\u0026nbsp; I reach out a paw to tap onto one of his outstretched paw, which he place both open palms over mine, as I quickly sign to him.\u0026nbsp; \"Are you ready to go out for a bit?\" I signed to him.\u0026nbsp; He quickly responded back signing.\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, let me get my wallet and notetaker, come in?\" he asked as he started turning around to go get his wallet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stepped in shutting the door, as he went into his bed room to get his stuff.\u0026nbsp; I could see the workout equipment in his living room.\u0026nbsp; As well as some left over pizza boxes.\u0026nbsp; While he was getting his stuff, I figured I would grab the empty boxes and place them into the garbage for him.\u0026nbsp; Of course I would let him know I did so, as I can only guess it would have thrown him for a loop looking for something that wasn't there any more.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI noticed that he was coming back into the living room.\u0026nbsp; I stepped up to him, lightly tapped his arm.\u0026nbsp; Jake smiled, as he signed \"I am ready Tony.\u0026nbsp; Can we stop to get a bit at a burger place?\"\u0026nbsp; he lower his paws palm outwards, waiting for me to sign into his paws.\u0026nbsp; I reached out and signed back to him.\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, no problem.\u0026nbsp; Follow me.\u0026nbsp; I put your empty pizza boxes in trash can.\u0026nbsp; You have door key?\" He quickly sign thank you, and yes before grasping my right elbow as we walked out his apartment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA scene showing Tony and Jake in a model S driving into the distance flashes pass.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFades to black. . .\n\n  \n  \n\n"}