The Guidebook: Living with Zvers

[Wileyfangs]

"Hello! If you're reading this you've found my oldest of journals! Congratulations! It fills me with pride to know someone else is reading this.

I am an archivist of Human and Zver history. But more importantly, I record their relationships and experiences. For everyone has a different story to tell.
This is for everyone and anyone who wishes to share and you'll notice, as you read on that some of these pages are sewn in for every part is important in this book.

Once you finish reading perhaps you can sew in your own story too."

- Please be respectful to the cs rules, those still apply.
- Please nothing inappropriate
-No stealing someone else's writing. If you wish to use the same prompt/theme that's fine
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-If you wish to write about another owner's Zver you can but you must have permission
- If you need inspiration/ideas feel free to ask around or use the generators
-Happy writing!

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[Wileyfangs]

It started out , simple enough. Making pancakes. Now usually, I don't make breakfast. In fact, I don't even cook, but today was different. Today was special.

It started out quite normally. I woke up, Quin was still asleep at the foot of the bed. So I got up to face the morning, watching the muted sunlight stream in through my window. I live alone here, on the seaside, far away from others, save for my family that make their home in the neighboring small oceanic town. It's here however that I decide to make pancakes.

It was a grey, cloudy day. The kind you hear about on the news. An overcast of rain. In our little house the pitter pat of little drops on our roof was a soothing sound and I watched as Quin's bat-like ears flickered. I pet them, scratching that special spot that makes the red Zver purr like a big cat, before getting up again. My cold feet touch the even colder floor and I shiver for a moment before padding out of the room. In our small home, there are two bedrooms, a bath, and a small kitchen & living room area. It's cozy here, despite the size and in the livingroom there's a real fireplace. I go and put the wood in, deciding to go look for more later.

While the room warms up, my hunger grows and I make my way back to the kitchen. I try to remember based on countless times my mother cooked breakfast, but none of them are easily coming to mind. So instead I search through my cupboards for a forgotten cookbook I was given and never threw away.

As I'm looking through it, Quin has awakened and slowly makes their way toward me, eyes heavy with sleep. I get a faint buzz of confusion and I smile at them before reaching down toward them and they take the hint and hop onto my shoulders. Heading to the kitchen I tell them what we were going to do that day.

'Cook....ing' came their telepathic replay and I nodded with a small grin.

"Mmmhm we're going to cook pancakes."

'And how does one do this.....cooking?' They asked hesitantly, gazing at the stove curiously.

"Careful," I say as I grab a pan from the lower cabinets and feel Quin hop from my shoulders. I glance up and find them watching me from the counter, red eyes curious. They've been getting more and more curious these days and I'm glad for it. Gives me an excuse to do things like this.

"Mind going to get the eggs?" I ask as I pull out the pan I needed for the job and then proceed to search for the coking spray.

'Eggs? Hmmm alright.' They hop down from their perch and I hear them open the fridge. 'Here you go' they murmur as they place them on the counter. At this time I've finally found the cooking spray and proceed to douse the inside f the pan, smiling in satisfaction as my friend brings me the eggs.The pancake mix is easier to find. It's unopened in the cupboards. As I place the pan on the stove I get the milk and the mix and a mixing bowl.

"Mind finding me a big spoon Quin?"
'Okay.' comes the ever ready reply as I remember how me and my own mother used to cook when I was a child.

Pour in the mix, then crack the eggs......add the milk....then stir.

By then I am engrossed i my task when I feel a cool brush against my hand. I smile down at Quin.
"Thanks," I say as I take the offered spoon, making sure to clean it off, before offering my should again for them to watch from. They perch on my shoulders and I only wince slightly as I feel the light scrape of their claws, but I smile quietly and listen to Harl E. Quin's curious thoughts.

'Why are you mixing it?'
"To make it combine better."
'Can't you just add water?'
"It wouldn't have the same texture if I did that," I say and try not to make a face at the thought of watery pancakes.
'Then what are the eggs for?'
"Helps em all stick together," I say and by then I have finished. I smile and happily pour the mix carefully into the pan which is now sizzling only slightly.

'Where's the meat?'' Harl E. Quin asks and I laugh quietly at the evident disgust in their thoughts.

"It's coming soon, no worries there. I'll make sausage too but pancakes come first."

They huff but then nuzzle into my neck and I hear them purr softly. 'Sausage is good,' they say and I nod in agreement because it is.