Hidden Treasures

[Outlaw]

[glow=D4D2D2,5,500]Satinka[/glow]

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs.
It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

The ripple of a tarnished silver glinted even among the gleaming, rust fouled piles of junk that made up this yard she found herself in. She wasn't exactly sure how she ended up within this masterpiece of things to discover, a turn this way, a round about that way. Who knew? Who really cared? Certainly not Satinka, who at this moment could be found attempting to get at a particular yummy smelling object lodged at the bottom of a small pile of mufflers pile in a precarious position. That wag of her cropped tail was a blur while long forelimbs dug frantically at the base of the teetering construction. Almost there!! Large dropping ears lifted slightly at a creaking groan. A dusty rose tipped muzzle lifted, silver eyes widen just in time to see the whole thing coming down on top of her. With a yelp, time only allowed for the lanky graceful canine to curled, head hidden beneath her thin paws.

The clash and clatter echoed throughout the yard for several long moments while they toppled and settled about the cringing form. At least it was cowering until silence signaled everything had stopped moving. Slowly one paw then the other released left her skull to plant themselves firmly against the earth. Muscles tensed to press that lean canine upright, dislodging the remaining pieces thrown across her back. Cranium twisted left then right to survey the destruction she had caused with a pleased glint in her gaze. It was at that moment that the source of all this trouble caught the corner of her gaze. A bone that still looked to have a a few scrapings of meat poked up from its half buried position. Oh someones stash.

Being the type of creature she was, Tink removed the remaining dirt, snagging the juicy bone between her jaws, the slender deep chested canine peered around for another better hiding place. After all it wouldn't do to leave someone's prize out in the open for just anyone to take. Right? Tink was only doing the polite thing. Knowing the racket that she had made would soon bring either a human or this place's current resident to investigate Satinka would bound away not paying any attention at all to where she was going.

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Walking, walking, walking. I feel like that's all I ever do. A dark brown dog thought a bit exahusted. Still he put one paw in front of the other, one in front of the other. Of course I suppose walking is what we do to survive, He continued on having somewhat of a conversation in his head. Again he kept walking. we walk to get where we are going. It was a nice day he had to admit for walking, sun was out and it warmed his fur. Though perhaps a bit too much, as he started to pant gently. Dark brown colored fur was a good color for attracting heat. If we didn't walk, we wouldn't survive. Unlike humans who can simply get into their cars... he thought a bit sourly.

Duke had to admit that some days he just felt lazy, but after a while walking kinda does get boring... it wasn't good for paws either. Duke sighed as his paws ached, this sidewalk was rough scraping away at his pads. Knowing he should stop Duke feeling defeated walked slowly to sit in the grass near the side walk. He studied his paws, licking them.

His concentration was broken when he heard a loud clatter from nearby. Getting to his paws once more he detected that the loud noise seemed to becoming from the Junkyard across the street. Curiousity nagged at him and his paws were forgotten as he looked both ways across the street for cars and trotted stealthily over to the junk yard. Once across he took a cautious sniff but couldn't smell anything other then the reak of rust, mold and many other gross things. Duke wagged his tail feeling adventerous as he took in his surroundings, old banged up cars were everywhere, tires, car parts, decaying card board boxes, not much was missing.

Lowering himself closer to the ground he crept towards where he detected the sound, keeping in the shadows. Excitement made him shake as he trotted over to hide behind a car, trying his best to keep himself still he peered around the car to see a dog and the source of clattering. Mufflers were everywhere around the dog, careful not to be seen he moved back behind the car but knocked over a tire which then hit a trash can which lay on it side. The impact of the tire made the trash can roll slowly into the veiw of the dog. So much for stealth he thought still behind the car.

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[Outlaw]

[glow=D4D2D2,5,500]Satinka[/glow]

Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective:
an awareness that some things are really important,
others not;
and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.

Muscles froze, a symphony of motion simply ceased in action. Ears perked up while that clear silver gaze set against a tarnished silver visage twisted this way and that seeking the source of a second crash, several yards to her right a trash can rolled lazily from behind a rust dominated tireless contraption that may have once passed for a car. Several thoughts flickered through her mind. First and foremost was the vivid curiosity to find out what had caused the clatter, second was the caution learned from the time she had spent on her own. The third and least important was the vague awareness that her stomach cramped with hunger awaken by the mouthwatering taste of calcium encased marrow.

Still curiosity won out over caution and had the fae taking several steps towards the ill kept vehicle until she was against it's bumper. The bone fell forgotten from her jaws while ashen rose pits quivered with each quiet deeply taken breath, the tingling of new and old scents tickling along that sensitive walls to glean as much information as one could while being discreet. Neck stretched as far as its short length would allow as she leaned forward peeking round the corner with as much care she could manage given the circumstances.

A thick dark brown tail greeted her sight. With his back to her a slow playful grin crossed her maw, taking deep breath she let loose a loud bark in an attempt to startle him. Not the best way to greet a potential friend, but an excellent way to gain an enemy, either way it was still fun for the glittering grey femme that promptly dropped her rum to the ground to watch and enjoy his reaction to her antics. Muscles quiver with suppressed laughter while that pinken muscle hung on a cheesy grin stretching the length of her jaws. Silver optics sparkled with barely contained humor.

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Duke tried to keep still hoping the dog he had just seen would ignore the crash and figure it was just a wind or something else. Though twitched with a mix of excitement and anxiety. How would this stranger react when she found someone spying on her? Well, Duke wouldn't really call it spying he'd only been wondering what had caused the racket and he really wasn't expecting to find another dog here. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of paw steps coming toward him.

Duke could barely contain himself from wagging his tail nervously. Instead he lifted his ears and listened to the sound of the paw steps which were getting closer and closer. Then silence once again perhaps the stranger had left or couldn't find him. In fear of giving away his location Duke tried to remain completely still. A loud bark right behind him broke the tense silence. Duke spun around expecting to see the dog he'd seen before and he did. Duke couldn't help but let out a low chuckle as he saw the clearly playful female sitting in front of him. His nose was only about six inches away from hers.

"This isn't what it looks like. Erm I simply came to see what had caused that racket." he woofed playfulness tinting his voice. "I see you would be the cause. Enjoying yourself?" Duke grinned keeping his eyes locked playfully with hers. He meant no offense, just simply having some fun... and having fun didn't happen often as Duke would like it. This stranger seemed like the perfect dog to settle that need.

[Outlaw]

[glow=D4D2D2,5,500]Satinka[/glow]

But friendship is precious,
not only in the shade,
but in the sunshine of life,
and thanks to a benevolent arrangement
the greater part of life is sunshine.

Delighted with his reaction to her bark, his spin and half startled expression was so worth the sneakiness. A happy laugh slipped past dusty rose lips at his quick shift of attention from his own racket to the mess she herself had caused. "Maybe." Vocals rose, its gentle playful tones echoing the gleam of delight that shown in brilliant silver optics. Unable to sit still any longer Tink sprang to her paws dancing nimbly around the chocolate brute, her cropped tail swaying to a wild beat.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you before. I love the color of your coat! It reminds me of warm earth. I love rolling in earth. What about you? Oh and my name is Satinka." Pausing to take a breath the excited female allowed her tongue to loll out in a wide toothy grin. Maybe she could talk him into a game or two. Oh wouldn't that be fun? Was her thought as she eagerly waited for him to speak. At least she was polite enough to eventually give him that chance.

Even while she waited to hear what he'd say her mind touched and discarded several games they could play, maybe he would have an idea, or would just like to explore. After all she had more then half of this yard to explore yet, and since neither a junk yard dog or a two legger had shown in reaction to the loud clanging of tumbling mufflers, Tink intended to take advantage of their lapse in attention. There had to be hundreds of interesting undiscovered treasures buried throughout the enclosed tangled mass of metals.