Brass Ep. 21
Copper reached down and clawed at the dirt around the metal lump. The soil around it was dark, both burned and stained with oil.
Stones came up in her claw. Underneath, a cracked bulb glinted up at her. She dug her talons in around the metal casing and lifted it out. A long and narrow head, similar to her own emerged. A rigid body and four legs followed. Its stiff tail coiled like a spring. A rusted patina browned with age and dirt.
Who or what-ever this was, she knew it wasn’t evil. After all, there’s no rust for the wicked.