A Trashy Visitor (Raccoon)

by **Leila** on March 13th, 2013, 2:52 am

Timestamp: Spring 35, 513

Leila was finishing preparing dinner for her and Shaco. She peered into her pot in the hearth to eyeball the half chicken she had nestle in its own juices, along with some potatoes, carrots, squash, and snow peas. The chicken was white, and as she poked at it with her carving fork, the meat fell from the bones. She scooped out some of the broth, let it cool, and tasted it. Needed a smidge more garlic and salt. She went back over to the counter and grabbed a clove, which she sliced in half, and grabbed her pouch of salt. Returning to the hearth, she tossed in the garlic, and a pinch of salt. She stirred the mix, and gave it a few minutes to let the garlic spread.

Meanwhile, she put the other half of the chicken, left raw, into a bowl, alongside all of her vegetables, also raw. This was Shaco's meal, and she hoped he liked it. She'd experimented at every meal, trying out different things for him to try. When it was prepared, she returned to the hearth and ladled a healthy amount of the broth into his bowl, and sat it on the table. She then scooped out her own vegetables, chicken and broth. She pointed at his chair and commanded, "Sit." The dog looked at her, sniffed the air, then climbed up on the chair and sat at the table like a person. When she began to eat, he joined her sloppily. She smiled, mother would've never allowed this back home, but this was her house and Shaco was family.

When they finished, she grabbed the uncooked scraps, and went out into the alley between her flat and the flat to the right. She went to the community compost bin, and dropped the materials in there. She'd heard they used the compost at the various city gardens, so she liked to help out however she could. Then she froze, as she heard something drop and hit the ground, as if something jumped, or fell. She looked around for the source, not able to make out much in the darkness.

by **Raccoon** on March 16th, 2013, 1:46 am

Raccoon walked out of the World's End Grotto into the swift night air, biting back against the coolness against his skin. He was feeling hungry, and being a human for long periods of time made him yearn for the raccoon within. That, and the fact that being a raccoon had the perk of an insulated fur coat.

Determining that he was going to be living in Zeltiva for awhile, he of course wanted to immediately explore as much of the place in both forms as he could. He would walk during some of the twilight hours in his human form to determine their use, and then return in as he put it "natural fur coat", and forage for random bits of food and interesting things. More then once had he racked up a collection of random bits and pieces that entertained him, and then emptied his collection somewhere to begin again.

Today, he was in one of his favorite type of spots to be. A compost bin. The idea was taught to him by his mother and her bond mate of exactly what it was, and what he could do with it. The random bits of excess food that they would always dump to create a food paradise for Raccoon was excellent, not to mention that some of the better ones had heated interiors.

It was in one of these that he found himself, eating on a small group of potato peelings, when he heard a human approach. Trying to quietly hide somewhere until they left, he crawled back up to the top of the bin, and scrabbled himself up. However, his grip slipped at just the wrong point, leaving him to drop backwards back into the compost pile.

OOCIs the dog with you?

by **Leila** on March 17th, 2013, 7:25 pm

Leila squeaked in fright as she saw a pair of eyes wrapped in fur in the compost bin, having apparently fallen in. Her eyes adjusted, aided by Leth's light, and she saw what her father always called a Night Bandit. Furry little critters that seemed to eat just about anything that was available. Not especially dangerous, though their bites got infected easily. She took a step back, happy that Shaco was still inside, and not trying to kill the poor critter.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your meal Mister Night Bandit. Enjoy, just save some for the plants at the farm to eat too. And be careful, there's lots of dogs roaming these streets at night. Feel free to rummage by anytime."

Leila went back inside, and peered into her cooking pot. The chicken and vegetables were already submerged beneath the broth. She grabbed a tinder stick and poked at the logs, separating them from one another so as to allow the fire to die down. Her mother had taught her that if you have a fatty meal, and let it cool, it would solidify within the fat, preserving the food for longer than it would normally last. Then all she had to do was reheat it later, the fat would melt, and the food would be good to eat once more.

Leila was hot and sweaty after being around the fire for a little while, so she went and opened a couple of windows to let out the heat, one of which was just within reach of the compost bin. Shaco had finished his meal, and was now curled up asleep in her bed, and wouldn't wake up unless the front door was opened.

by **Raccoon** on April 6th, 2013, 7:06 pm

Raccoon looked up from the compost bin and up at the girl over the top of him. Hmm. She appeared afraid of him, slowly backing away the compost bin. There was one real issue. She mentioned dogs. Dogs were not good. Time to hide away.

The girl walked back to the house, and left him to move on. Which sounded like a good idea at the time. So he scrambled up the wood pieces of side along the corner. Then an excellent smell hit him out of the window, just a short leap away from the corner he was on. Mmmm.

And even better. Dogs can't chase you inside the house if their on the outside. Raccoon plotted this excellent, squeaking lightly. Then he bent down and bunched himself up on the corner... and with a leap, entered the window. Well, half entered the window. His hind quarters took a few scrabbles on the window ledge before pushing his bulk up and into the house.

That smell... was right there! A can, covered in some sort of grease inside. It was to much to resist. Raccoon sat up on his hind quarters and began making his way through the grease.