A/N: May I make an announcement! ~I~ am ignorant to the Kurdish currency... I think (take note I said think) it is Kuro, but I'm not sure and I also don't know how much it is worth... *cough* compared to the Canadian dollar because that's all I know about... except for Yen! and the US dollar... and Won... and Ruble... and Peseta.... ok.... so a couple more... ^^* but if anyone could enlighten me on the subject of Kurdish currency then it would be greatly appreciated.
"How much for that?" A slender, child-like finger pointed towards a basket of apples as bright innocent eyes gazed up at the salesman. No trace of sorrow was evident on the small girls face, it had been one full year since she witnessed the murder of her mother, already she had complete control over her facial expressions.
"Aren't you a cute little kid" The merchant bent down to smile at the small girl, the comment and gesture made her feel sorry for having to do what she was about to do. His face was round and his breath was thick with the same smell that hung in the air that day. The small girl couldn't place her finger on what it was but she had decided that she didn't like it.
It smells clean, unlike you!
She glared at the basket, which made the man give her an odd look and stand up-right. "Maybe cute, but not very mannerly" She could hear him mumble under his breath. She quickly forgot about her earlier regret and asked again with even more innocence shining on her slender face.
"How much for one?" She gripped the side of the table-top with one hand and went to work with the other, grabbing as much loose food that she could find underneath the table, skewering the mans vision and using her own small body to avoid the prying eyes of the passerby's.
"For one?" The man asked, now eyeing the girl suspiciously from his view high above her. "Two Kuros" Completely overpriced! how could...! her train of thought was cut short by the look the man now gave her. She hadn't realized that she had stepped back, making her hand that clutched a small pear very clear to the salesman. "THIEF!" He shouted and lunged at her angrily. "Dirty little thief!" He yelled at her, scrambling over his display of fruits and vegetables.
I wanted some meat anyways. The small girl scoffed at the man in her mind and darted nimbly through the throng of people who were too busy with their own money problems to care much about the thievery from one lowly merchant. How strung up on their own pain... foolish creatures. The 11 year olds thoughts were far beyond what they should have been. Seeing what she had seen, living her life, no one would be any different.
Another dark ally. Soft crunching could be heard, the scuttling of rodents sharp claws could also be heard, threatening the small pile of rags and flesh that crouched over a poorly woven basket. "You don't eat fruits and vegetables, go find your own food" the quiet mumbling was directed at a creature that made a void in the gray wall. A whine emited from the blackness on the wall and the small girl let go of her cruel exterior to throw a pear for the furry darkness to eat, which it did so in a starved manner.
"How about Tariki?" She continued her conversation with her new found friend. After the one minute fiasco in the busy streets beyond the wall, which she now sat against, she had conveniently tripped over a small ball of fur, not knowing what else to do with the ragged beast she (without a second thought) scooped it up in her bony arms and continued her running. Her she sat with the small furry beast and her small basket of fruits and vegetables, contemplating a name for him.
"Yes, I think Tariki is a good name... and mine for the time being will be..." She put her finger to her chin in thought while she pondered an appropriate name "... Tirsinak!"
(A/N: Alrighty! I am cool! because I have taken a language I have never spoken before and used the words for names! go me ^^.... Tariki is Kurdish for Darkness and Tirsinak is Kurdish for Dangerous... gotta love being cheesy!... though Tariki is spelt with two thingies over the i's, it will be much simpler if I don't put those there so those of you who know the language... please don't want to kill me ^^* I'm trying my best!)
Tirsinak crouched by the small ball of fur and patted him on the head, the first sign of innocence and childishness she had shown to anyone or anything since she last sat upon her mothers knee. Her mother, a painful ache started in the pit of her stomach and she frowned. Tariki looked up at her from his position on the ground beside her, the look was one of confusion and in Tirsinak's eyes very adorable. "You and I will never part, I wont let you die" She grabbed the small black furry creature and hugged him close, rubbing her nose in his matted fur.
"A wolf?"
"Yup, that's a wolf alright, damn beasts"
"Should we kill it?"
"Not until we've got the girl on our side"
"Why?"
"So we can... make her see our ways"
"Oh"
Tariki's ears snapped up at the sound of voices in the dark ally-way. He tugged at his new friends ragged clothing, trying to make her hear, but to no avail, she was curled up in a tight ball, covered by nothing but her clothing. She stirred when he moved, as she had felt a sudden lack of body heat. "Tari...?" Her voice sounded drained of sleep and the small wolf cub settled back against her, dozing off into an uncomfortable sleep.