One's Trash Is Another's Treasure (Open)

by **Minerva Agatha Zipporah** on April 24th, 2012, 1:31 am

Tock grinned as she watched the wolf digging into the fish. "Aye, ya were 'ungry, aye?" she said, laughing. She ate quite quickly herself, never being one to take time savoring a meal. Time spent eating was time that she wasn't working. She preferred not to be away from her work any longer than she had to be.

Though sometimes, something came along that managed to distract her. Like a playful wolf licking her face. "Gah!" she laughed, wiping the slobber off with her sleeve. "Oy, you're a friendly girl, aren't ya? Ha! I like ya." She gave the wolf a kiss on the cheek in return. Scientific curiosity was taking a back door to sheer friendliness now, which was a pretty rare thing for one Minerva Zipporah.

She finished off her fish, and folded the bones in a scrap of cloth to tuck away in her pack. Bones could be useful for making needles and other small components. Tock never threw anything away.

"Oy, so," she said, looking the wolf over, "whazza wolf girl like you do for fun 'round 'ere, eh? I ain't been 'ere more 'an a day so far. Dunno nothin' 'bout nothin' 'round 'ere. 'ell, you're the first friend I done made..."

by **Sylkra** on April 24th, 2012, 9:11 pm

Sylkra smiled as the girl kissed her back. The girl actually cared for her. She watched her finish her fish, and sniffed the bones as she tossed the minn her pack. That was weird, don't people usually throw that out? It was okay though, Sylkra didn't throw it out either, she threw it on the ground.

Sylkra sniffed the air, for any signs of more food. The fish had mad her taste buds tingle. She jumped off the bench, and started sniffing the ground. There was the faint trail of something salty... Probably more fish. She followed the trail to under the bench. Not that far, a good find. It smelled awful, but, food is food. She gobbled it up, then hopped back up. Onto the bench, hearing the girl ask what she did for fun.

Fun? Well, Sylkra never really thought about it. Actually, she couldn't recall one thing she did for the purpose of fun. She had fun before, but not on purpose. Most of the time, she was either fighting or hunting. Surviving. Well, she did one time see a child and played with it. Sylkra remembered getting too ruff with it, then being shooed away by the child's mother. It. Was fun, but Sylkra was hurt by the fact that the mom didn't want her around.

Since she couldn't talk, she put her ears back and licked her again, hoping she would get that talking was impossible in this form.

by **Minerva Agatha Zipporah** on April 25th, 2012, 12:25 am

Tock watched curiously as the wolf started sniffing the air, then disappeared under the bench. Same keen scent as a wolf, she added to her notes. She leaned over to watch as the wolf gobbled down another fish, letting out a small giggle.

All she got was a lick in response to her question. Well, it wasn't like the wolf could talk, and she could hardly expect her to shift forms every time Tock had a question. Besides, she seemed to prefer her wolf form, and Tock didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Ya like pictures?" she asked, pulling out her paper and quill again. She was having visions of building a mechanical wolf, and wanted to get them down on paper while they were fresh. "'ere, pretty girl like you, ya should pose for me..." She started sketching Sylkra in more detail now, though her meager artistic skills couldn't hope to capture the majesty of this beautiful creature. The Gods sure got it right when they made creatures like wolves. Minerva just hoped that she could build something so beautiful one day.

She started with a new sketch of Sylkra's face, paying close attention to the lines of the fur. She was used to sketching blueprints, which was much easier. They were all straight lines and measurements. Capturing he sleek lines of a wolf was much more challenging.

She sketched for awhile, going through a few bad drafts she wasn't satisfied with. Finally she managed one that she thought was adequate. While certainly no masterpiece, you could at least tell it was Sylkra, and not just a random wolf. At least, she hoped so.

"Whatcha think?" she asked, turning the completed drawing over so Sylkra could see it. "You're a real beaut', aye? Aye."

by **Sylkra** on April 25th, 2012, 12:31 am

Sylkra smiled again. The girl took out a paper and some quills and started drawing her. She loved art, the way the lines curved and bent, having a mind of their own. It was a beautiful thing, art, it could show emotions through things other than facial expressions. You can tell an entire story out of a piece of art.

Sylkra looked over the girl's shoulder, watching as she gently but swiftly moved through the drawing. Her lines were straight and neat, and you could certainly tell it was Sylkra.

This was very kind, no one had ever cared enough about Sylkra to draw her. And When the drawing was finally done, she smiled even more. Her drawing was very elaborate, though not professional. Definitely better than Sylkra could ever draw though.

She sniffed the painting, and the scent of ink filled her nose. She liked the smell, it was disgusting but addictive. Kind of like beer. Sylkra jumped up onto the girl, she liked her so much. She started licking and licking her, her slobbery tongue gliding up and down her face.

It was her way of saying thank you.

by **Minerva Agatha Zipporah** on April 25th, 2012, 12:54 am

"Gah!" Minerva cried out, laughing, when the wolf started licking her. Between the energetic thank you and her joyful laughter, she nearly fell off the bench. "Okay, okay!" she called out breathlessly between fits of laughter, trying in vain to push the wolf gently back. "Oy, 'at tickles, aye? Stop! Hahaha!" She had never really been around a dog or wolf before, and wasn't used to this kind of energetic and enthusiastic treatment.

Once she got Sylkra settled down, she tucked away the drawings with the others. Then she noticed it was getting a bit late. She got up and gestured Sylkra to come along and said, "Oy, where ya live at, aye? I'll walk ya 'ome. Probably ain't so smart fer us ta be out 'ere at the docks after dark, aye?" She definitely wanted a chance to see her new friend again, so walking her home seemed like the easiest way to find out where Sylkra lived so they could keep in touch.

She wondered if the wolf girl had a whole family of wolves waiting at home. Or whether some might be plain human or plain wolf instead of shifters. She wasn't sure how all that worked. Could a Kelvic mate with a human? And if so, what would the child become? She didn't know, but intended to find out. It was just one more thing to add to her research.

Maybe tomorrow she could read up on Kelvics in the University library.

by **Sylkra** on May 1st, 2012, 8:24 pm

Sylkra hopped off the stand, pack in her mouth. She smiled. Never before had she met such a nice girl. Sylkra followed Minerva. Soon, she asked if Sylkra had a home.

Home? No home. Well, Zeltiva was her home. A little. Sylkra didn't live anywhere specific, she roamed Mizahar for a master. But for now, stayed inside Zeltiva. Sylkra was a loner. A roamer.

She shook her head horizontally, hoping the girl would get that she didn't. The question had kind of startled her. Sylkra never thought about having a home. It was always, an inn or the streets. Never a home.

by **Minerva Agatha Zipporah** on May 1st, 2012, 9:10 pm

Minerva frowned at the wolf-girl's response. "Ya ain't got a 'ome?" she asked, scratching her head. She looked around, not sure quote what she should do now.

While she was still pondering this, it started to rain.

She frowned, looking up at the sky and holding her palm up to feel the rain drops. She quickly tucked her drawings away in her pack so they wouldn't get ruined. Then she looked at her new wolf friend. "Ya gotta sleep outside in 'is?" she asked with a concerned frown. "...'At's no good."

She made a decision and waved the wolf to follow her. "Come on," she said, and hurried off through the city streets at a brisk jog. No need to be out in the damp any longer than she had to be. She led Sylkra through the streets until they reached her cottage. She opened the door and invited the wolf inside. "Ya can stay 'ere tonight, if'n ya want. Can't leave ya out in the cold, now can I? Ain't much room..." she put het hands on her hips and looked around the cramped space, "but she'll do."

The cottage only had one bed, a table, and a chair. The walls were covered in pinned up blueprints and drawings. The table was covered in wood carvings and spare parts. She pulled the broken clock from her backpack and added it to the pile of scrap on the table. Then she kicked off her shoes and dropped her pack in the corner before sitting on the bed.

"Make yerself at 'ome," she told her house guest.

by **Sylkra** on May 1st, 2012, 9:22 pm

oocLove the template!

Sylkra's ears flattened to her head as little drops of water started to fall from the sky. Rain. She sighed. She hated rain. Not only did it get her wet, ruin her fur, and show signs of a bad day, but it reminded her of the ocean as well. The ocean was her biggest fear. Ducking under Minerva, she girl started running down the streets. Or it was more of a jog.

Sylkra, bag flopping everywhere in her mouth, quickly caught up to Minerva and kept at her pace. The bag was very annoying, sometimes hitting her in the face. Soon the two girls reached a small cottage. Minerva was inviting her to stay for the night.

Sylkra couldn't of been happier. Finally, for just one night, she was going to get to have a real home! She could sleep in warmth! Her whole body swelled with happiness, and Sylkra could feel the tears coming on. They streamed down her face, and dripped onto the wood floor. This was so kind.

Sylkra, a little damp in the fur, mindlessly dropped her sack and ran over to the bed. She hopped up onto it, making the blankets on it as damp as her. She didn't even realize it. Sylkra looked at Minerva, and licked her lips. They were wet, and water is water.

by **Minerva Agatha Zipporah** on May 1st, 2012, 10:48 pm

OOCThanks! Montaine got it for me, and it is PERFECT for Tock!

Minerva looked up at the wolf as she climbed onto the bed. Wet dog fur... great... she thought. Well, she HAD told the wolf to make herself at home. She smiled at Sylkra and rubbed her head. Wet fur or not, it was kind of nice to have a companion around.

She stripped down to her underclothes to get ready for bed. She might have been embarrassed, under different circumstances, but it was only a wolf. Smart wolf or not, she looked and acted like an animal. It made it hard to think of her as a person. Minerva wouldn't have been that comfortable half-stripped like this in front of a person, but in front of the wolf, it didn't much seem to matter.

She climbed into the bed and let the wolf snuggle up against her. Once again, it just didn't seem like a big deal. She never would have invited a total stranger to share her bed, male or female. But this was like having a pet almost. It just seemed natural.

In the morning, she'd have to figure out what to do about the poor critter.

by **Paragon** on May 7th, 2012, 4:05 pm

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Lovely warm thread, the ending definitely made me smile. Good work - if you have ANY questions or concerns about this grading, don't hesitate to PM me.