<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45980.msg2346876#msg2346876">Quote from: Idej on 16-10-2009, 19:51:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Calypsa still at the campsite is completely oblivious to what is going on at the stream.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>((Or maybe not.))<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/7580/calypsaside.jpg)</div>Calypsa watched Nishka leave the camp, not taking her eyes off of her until she disappeared just over a small mound that served as an embankment to the stream that lie beyond.<em>Should I go with her? Will she be safe there alone?</em>Calypsa sniffed the air. Nothing. Nishka was upwind of her, her nose was useless. That simply would not do. If danger did threaten her new friend, she wouldn't know about it until it was too late. So she decided it best that Nishka not be left alone.<br/><br/>She began to walk in the direction of the stream, but as she neared the rise just before the running water, her walk turned into a run. As Nishka came into visual range, Calypsa slowed her pace, relieved that she was alright. She watched as Nishka bathed, curiosity getting the better of her. Calypsa now stood just a few paces from the stream and knelt there as she watched. Although she hadn't particularly tried to be quiet, she apparently succeeded in doing just that, as Nishka hadn't yet acknowledged her presence.<br/><br/>Calypsa merely studied the girl as she had at other times, with her head cocked to one side, as canines sometimes do. Only this time the girl was completely bare and unshielded from her gaze. Calypsa was oblivious to the concept of privacy. It was not something that entered the wolf-girl's mind even now, as Nishka's hands rubbed here and there, cleaning as they went. Calypsa's eyes followed wherever the roaming hands went, only stopping occasionally to linger. Especially captivating were the spots that ran the length of her body which Calypsa thought were absolutely beautiful. On her home world, there was an animal her "people" had often admired; they had no name for this creature, but it was respected by all of her kind. It had spots that appeared very similar to the ones decorating Nishka's body. The amazement didn't stop there, however, as Calypsa's eyes stumbled on to something she recognized right away as a... tail.<em>Nishka has a tail? What does that mean? Why does she keep it that way? Why does she hide... </em><br/><br/>For a moment, Calypsa couldn't fathom why someone would do such a thing to such an integral part of their body. How would she feel to have her own tail bound in such a way. It would be absolutely awful! Why, it must be like being trapped. She definitely knew that feeling. Surely, one would choose freedom over... this. But maybe that wasn't possible for Nishka as it was in Calypsa's case. She had met many humans who had not embraced her in her true form. She had been beaten, shot at, screamed at, ran from; was it the same for Nishka? Calypsa gazed at the naked girl's face, searching for her eyes, this time feeling more of a connection with her, even if it was only imagined. So distracted by her own thoughts was she, that she did not hear the movement in the bushes.<br/><br/>As Nishka moved to redress herself, Calypsa's silent contemplation came to an end.<strong>"Do they hate you, too? Is that why you... hide?"</strong>Calypsa looked at her friend with such intensity, seeking a connection with the other girl. Was she really not alone in her torment?<br/><br/>