Alone
Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
I can see the confusion on her face in my attempts at telling her my name. It's actually quite common, and most don't get it initially, if at all. Sometimes, if motions and actions did not work, I would mouth things to them, or use my body language to get my point across. It was....tedious at times, yes, but honestly I didn't mind it. It sorted out those who really would put in the effort to understand me from the rest.
I can see it on her face when the realization of what I am attempting to tell her. She is silent, almost like she isn't sure what to make of me being mute, and I wonder if she will reject my companionship on this day. It truly would not upset me, for I was used to wolves disliking me, its what pushed me to being alone and enjoying solidarity. Some felt sorrow and pity for me, but it was not something I desired. I was okay with being mute, in fact the only thing that bothered me about it were the secrets being kept from me.
"Yes, your nose?" she says with a smile and something thats sounds like a laugh, but it is so silent I can barely pick it up. I can't help but smile, my shoulders shaking slightly in what was a silent laugh. "You cannot speak." she says, her tail wagging. I nod my head, my tail mimicking her own.
Her eyes are keen on me as I mouth out my name, but I can see she has missed it. She cautiously rises and I do not flinch or fear she has any malicious intent in this action. She steps forward until we are almost nose to nose, and when I look into her eyes it hits me like a hurricane.
I feel like the air has been punched from me, leaving me completely breathless. Even in this darkness she shines like a beacon, calling me closer. All I see is her and everything is cleared from my mind but her. For the first time I start noticing small things about her, the way her fur flows, just how vibrant her eyes truly are, how she carries the scent of flowers upon her. I feel whole, its so sudden I am left in a daze. I realize that she is what Moladion calls my imprint, the other half of my soul. I am over come with this desire to protect her, to be whatever it is she needs in this world.
"Again." the whispered voice snaps me from my daze. I blink a few times, regaining my senses before feeling a bit flustered by this sudden onslaught of feelings. My ears fall back slightly, but I do my best to shake it off and do what she has requested of me. Once again I mouth my name, this time a little slower than the last, emphasizing the letters so she could piece it together. I hope she deciphers this code of mine, i'd rather not be known as her nameless imprint.