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Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed. I think. I love. And yes, I can be killed. And although I'm but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who are the same as me. They will lay down their lives for me. And I them. We stand watch together. A thin blue line. Protecting the prey from the predators. The good from the bad. We are the police.
-End of Watch
When Damien settled down for lunch at Roady’s, he found himself trawling through numerous internet pages relating to Kitsunes on his Smartphone. Roady’s was one of the places that he and Bryan would usually eat at when on patrol together. The food was good and affordable, with the added bonus of many times having friendly, pretty girls working at the counter.
His meeting with Miss Imai, or Renamon, had enticed his curiosity as he had never seen nor heard of someone of her derivation. He guessed it was because of, as she had said herself, that she was not native to this part of the world. His scrolling through various pages highlighted this point, an overview on Anthromorph Encyclopaedia read that the Kitsune was native to nations in the Far East with its history deeply shrouded in myths and folklore. From a natural standpoint, they were closely related to the fox, Anthro and non-anthero but in the same way a household cat was similar to a Leopard; related but not the same thing. In their ancient native folklore, Foxes were considered magical and wise beings that could be loyal companions and for their Anthromorph counterparts, even lovers. However, some stories portrayed them as being malevolent trouble makers who seduced human men.
Kitsunes by comparison, were considered as divine beings. They were unique for having no non-anthro counterparts, meaning there was no ‘animal’ subspecies of them like almost all other Anthromorphs. Some ancient peoples had regarded them as deities, believing that their absence of a wild counterpart was proof of their divine standing, beings that were neither animal nor human. To them this proved they were creatures from the heavens and not from the earth. Stories often had them play roles similar to that of the samurai; noble warriors renowned of their skill and discipline. Ancient myths said they could change into more powerful forms when battling their enemies. These stories were strongly interwoven into popular culture, Damien discovering there was even an animated television series where a Kitsune was one of the main characters and bore a striking resemblance to Miss Imai. In and out of folklore, they were renowned for their abilities as warriors as well as their grace and beauty, both male and female.
The latter aspect had had the most effect on Damien, finding her unique appearance and her strong but feminine figure especially attractive. Her stunning eyes with blue irises and black scleras were what his mind remembered the most. Her seemingly cold demeanour upon their initial interaction somehow had its own draw, she was someone who made it plain that she was not a fool and didn’t feel a need to have anyone to protect her. There was a wisp of mystery about her and the more Damien read, the more fascinated he became. So much so that he quickly checked that no one was behind him before he entered his next image search;
Female Kitsune Nude
The sudden arrival of Bryan Aelstone and Travers Bates caused him to quickly cancel the search and pocket his phone. He hadn’t noticed their unit pull up and then when they had ordered their food to come join him.
“Afternoon, Demon,” Bryan greeted as he sat down, using the nickname he had for Damien, “Anything exciting you report?”
“My first call was an old lady who saw her own reflection and thought it was a ghost,” he replied, “And the second was a Chameleon dude who had his car’s paintjob wrecked by his girlfriend.”
“Yeah, we heard that one, almost answered your call for a prisoner transport,” he grinned, “But we figured that you could handle it,”
“Well, somebody turned up anyway. And how’s your shift been so far?” Damien inquired.
“Your partner here,” Bates interrupted bitterly, “Thinks he’s a real comedian but he isn’t.” Damien shot a smug glance at Bryan who dipped his head and locked eyes on his food to avoid his partner’s eyes.
“Great,” he said sardonically, “Just great.”
Over lunch, Damien recited several of the calls he had answered up until then but said nothing about his visit to 251 Devon Avenue. Bryan said little in return, the dip in temperature caused by his grouchy partner didn’t put him in much of a talking mood, which Damien was grateful for as he didn’t want to bring up the certain species of Anthromorph women that he become fascinated with while Bates was present. Bryan knew about his soft spot for Anthromorphs and could at least have discussions relating to it, though he didn’t entirely share the same beliefs.
At the end of his largely uneventful day of taking reports and only one arrest, Damien and Bryan both sat at the bar at an establishment called that was aptly called Bar None. It was their usual watering hole when they chose to drink together, a simple place with a an oak bar top and matching tables at which were numerous groups of human and Anthromorphs, some being mixed groups of friends and couples of both races while others were occupied by strictly one or the other. It wasn’t one of the modern, hip hop blasting and laser spraying joints populated by hipsters that Bryan joked was Damien’s natural environment. An old Juke Box in the corner was similarly content to not progress beyond the nineties judging by its music selection, something which appealed to both men greatly. The machine played The Joker as Damien set his beer down as Bryan talked about the misery of being partnered with Travers Bates.
“Sounds like you had a rough day,” he remarked to his partner.
“I would have taken the U-boat any day of the week,” Bryan said, “Rather than ride with Bates. It’s no wonder he rides by himself most of the time. He’s the only person he can get along with,”
“I guess that prank wasn’t so funny after all,”
“Now I want to find out who pulled it just as much as he does. I don’t know who they should fear most, me or him.”
Damien grinned, “Maybe you should take the detectives test,”
“Yeah, get out of a hot, uncomfortable uniform that makes me indistinguishable from every other rank and file cop. Get better pay to spend all hours of the night relentlessly chasing down the city’s darkest secrets and most devious criminals.”
There was a short pause where Damien looked at his friend unsure of how much resolve was behind his words. Bryan turned his head and looked at him. In a few moments, both men burst out laughing.
“Like hell!” Bryan declared.
“Like hell!” Damien concurred, “The streets are where it’s at!”
“Amen,” Bryan said as they tapped each other’s beer bottles. They emptied there drinks and ordered another round when a pair familiar voices greeted them.
“Evening, fella’s” Kristina said as she and Sasha took the stools beside Damien, “How did Batman and Robin go today working away from each other?”
“Well, look whose here,” jeered Bryan, “Demon here was just fantasying about you two,”
“Cut it out,” Damien blushed.
“Can’t blame him,” Sasha pitched in deviously, “We’re only the sassiest cops in the whole division.”
“Well,” Damien said grinning, “I wouldn’t say the ‘sassiest’ but...”
Both Husky women laughed and Kristina nudged his shoulder. Amongst the laughing Damien ordered drinks for their two new drinking partners but was promptly denied by Sasha who told him, “We’ve got this, Romeo,” before ordering two of the same. He just shrugged his shoulders in an exaggerated show of feigned confusion to his partner, much to his amusement. Soon all four of the off-duty police officers collectively cheered each other in acknowledgment of another successful end of watch. That being that they were alive to see the end of the day.
Damien chuckled and turned to Kristina and asked, “You remember that time you bit that guys ear off?”
“Yeah, a three hundred pound drug-fiend was choking Sasha to death on the ground, what was I supposed to do? I didn’t have a taser then. My natural instincts kicked in,”
“It took I.A (Internal Affairs) a while to be convinced,” Bryan mentioned.
“It wasn’t fun being under that much scrutiny. I was sure I was done for. But even if they fired me, I wouldn’t have regretted doing it. Your partner is in trouble, you do anything to help them.”
“No arguments here,” Damien nodded, taking a swig from his beer when out of the blue Bryan came out with,
“So, what’s the big secret then, Damien?”
He glanced at him, perplexed, “Secret?”
“Oh come on, man. I can tell you’ve had something on your mind all night. What happened today, huh? What’s on your mind?”
Damien had to admit that Bryan could make a very good detective if he ever did go for the test. His ability to seemingly read his mind based on whatever subtle behaviours which gave him away was always impressive. Then again they had been working together for four years; they knew things about each other that no one else did. Such a level of trust was necessary in a good partnership. He was right; Damien hadn’t stopped thinking about something that had happened that day.
He hadn’t stopped thinking of Renamon, the Anthromorph woman that he instantly found attractive when she answered the door while wearing her running gear.
“Well, there was this girl...” he began plaintively.
“Predictable,” Kristina interrupted.
“I knew it!” cried Bryan triumphantly, “I knew it was a girl. It just had to be. So what happened? Elaborate for us,”
Damien sighed, “Before I went code seven, I answered this call in Crystal View, a possible 459 suspect. So I got to the address and the homeowner was this young woman,” he said with a smirk.
“Single?” Bryan quizzed eagerly.
“Uh-huh,”
“What did she have stolen?” asked Sasha, “Or rather what did her daddy buy for her that got stolen?”
“Nothing,” he answered, “She caught him in the garden and he took off over the fence. He didn’t steal anything. There wasn’t much to go on,”
“What kind of house was it?” asked Kristina.
“Kind of oriental style; cherry trees and a big garden. The guest house was pretty cool...”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bryan cut him off impatiently, “Cut to the chase; was she hot?”
Damien sipped his beer, “Well, I don’t know. They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,” he said modestly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“She was an Anthromorph.”
Bryan scoffed, “You serious? In Crystal View?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Sasha cried indignantly. He smiled wanly.
“Nothing, it just she’s probably the only one in the city who lives there.”
Damien nodded, “She said it herself,”
“What kind of ‘morph was she?” Bryan asked, sounding decidedly less interested.
“A Kitsune, like a fox but different,” he answered.
“I never heard of them.”
Damien took out his Smartphone and showed an example of a Kitsune on his internet search to Bryan as well as Kristina and Sasha who had never heard of them either. As the joke went, being an Anthromorph didn’t mean you knew ever other Anthromorph in the world.
“What was her name?” asked Sasha.
“On paper it was Yuka Imai. But she told me that her traditional name is Renamon. Apparently it’s a big deal to tell that to somebody who’s not a relative or spouse.”
“Well,” Bryan sighed, “Sounds like you had fun today. I certainly didn’t.”
“Hey, tomorrow’s another day, man,” Damien said lightly.
“Indeed, Mr Holt,” he said as he twirled the remnants of his beer, “Another day, another dollar,”
“Another roll call,” pitched Sasha.
“Another watch,” added Damien.
“And a whole city full of bad guys,” Kristina declared. Bryan smiled and raised his beer, followed suit by his colleagues. He turned to them and said,
“And we all know what they say.” All together they said,
“Woop-Woop! That’s the sound of the Police!” and shared cheers with each other.
The laughs and the jokes and the stories that they shared with each other were more than just a means to blow off steam and shoot the old bull. It was a way to affirm what there should be no doubt off; that all four of them and indeed anyone who swore the oath to protect and serve could be relied upon to always have their back. When all the thoughts and feelings of what made them different as individuals, race, sex, colour, human or Anthromorph were put aside, they could all agree on the one thing that united them; the uniform and the badge they wore.
End of Chapter 3
If you are interested in the monologue at the beginning, here it is from the film "End of Watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmCLV1yam5E
Chapter 4: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16177687/
-End of Watch
When Damien settled down for lunch at Roady’s, he found himself trawling through numerous internet pages relating to Kitsunes on his Smartphone. Roady’s was one of the places that he and Bryan would usually eat at when on patrol together. The food was good and affordable, with the added bonus of many times having friendly, pretty girls working at the counter.
His meeting with Miss Imai, or Renamon, had enticed his curiosity as he had never seen nor heard of someone of her derivation. He guessed it was because of, as she had said herself, that she was not native to this part of the world. His scrolling through various pages highlighted this point, an overview on Anthromorph Encyclopaedia read that the Kitsune was native to nations in the Far East with its history deeply shrouded in myths and folklore. From a natural standpoint, they were closely related to the fox, Anthro and non-anthero but in the same way a household cat was similar to a Leopard; related but not the same thing. In their ancient native folklore, Foxes were considered magical and wise beings that could be loyal companions and for their Anthromorph counterparts, even lovers. However, some stories portrayed them as being malevolent trouble makers who seduced human men.
Kitsunes by comparison, were considered as divine beings. They were unique for having no non-anthro counterparts, meaning there was no ‘animal’ subspecies of them like almost all other Anthromorphs. Some ancient peoples had regarded them as deities, believing that their absence of a wild counterpart was proof of their divine standing, beings that were neither animal nor human. To them this proved they were creatures from the heavens and not from the earth. Stories often had them play roles similar to that of the samurai; noble warriors renowned of their skill and discipline. Ancient myths said they could change into more powerful forms when battling their enemies. These stories were strongly interwoven into popular culture, Damien discovering there was even an animated television series where a Kitsune was one of the main characters and bore a striking resemblance to Miss Imai. In and out of folklore, they were renowned for their abilities as warriors as well as their grace and beauty, both male and female.
The latter aspect had had the most effect on Damien, finding her unique appearance and her strong but feminine figure especially attractive. Her stunning eyes with blue irises and black scleras were what his mind remembered the most. Her seemingly cold demeanour upon their initial interaction somehow had its own draw, she was someone who made it plain that she was not a fool and didn’t feel a need to have anyone to protect her. There was a wisp of mystery about her and the more Damien read, the more fascinated he became. So much so that he quickly checked that no one was behind him before he entered his next image search;
Female Kitsune Nude
The sudden arrival of Bryan Aelstone and Travers Bates caused him to quickly cancel the search and pocket his phone. He hadn’t noticed their unit pull up and then when they had ordered their food to come join him.
“Afternoon, Demon,” Bryan greeted as he sat down, using the nickname he had for Damien, “Anything exciting you report?”
“My first call was an old lady who saw her own reflection and thought it was a ghost,” he replied, “And the second was a Chameleon dude who had his car’s paintjob wrecked by his girlfriend.”
“Yeah, we heard that one, almost answered your call for a prisoner transport,” he grinned, “But we figured that you could handle it,”
“Well, somebody turned up anyway. And how’s your shift been so far?” Damien inquired.
“Your partner here,” Bates interrupted bitterly, “Thinks he’s a real comedian but he isn’t.” Damien shot a smug glance at Bryan who dipped his head and locked eyes on his food to avoid his partner’s eyes.
“Great,” he said sardonically, “Just great.”
Over lunch, Damien recited several of the calls he had answered up until then but said nothing about his visit to 251 Devon Avenue. Bryan said little in return, the dip in temperature caused by his grouchy partner didn’t put him in much of a talking mood, which Damien was grateful for as he didn’t want to bring up the certain species of Anthromorph women that he become fascinated with while Bates was present. Bryan knew about his soft spot for Anthromorphs and could at least have discussions relating to it, though he didn’t entirely share the same beliefs.
At the end of his largely uneventful day of taking reports and only one arrest, Damien and Bryan both sat at the bar at an establishment called that was aptly called Bar None. It was their usual watering hole when they chose to drink together, a simple place with a an oak bar top and matching tables at which were numerous groups of human and Anthromorphs, some being mixed groups of friends and couples of both races while others were occupied by strictly one or the other. It wasn’t one of the modern, hip hop blasting and laser spraying joints populated by hipsters that Bryan joked was Damien’s natural environment. An old Juke Box in the corner was similarly content to not progress beyond the nineties judging by its music selection, something which appealed to both men greatly. The machine played The Joker as Damien set his beer down as Bryan talked about the misery of being partnered with Travers Bates.
“Sounds like you had a rough day,” he remarked to his partner.
“I would have taken the U-boat any day of the week,” Bryan said, “Rather than ride with Bates. It’s no wonder he rides by himself most of the time. He’s the only person he can get along with,”
“I guess that prank wasn’t so funny after all,”
“Now I want to find out who pulled it just as much as he does. I don’t know who they should fear most, me or him.”
Damien grinned, “Maybe you should take the detectives test,”
“Yeah, get out of a hot, uncomfortable uniform that makes me indistinguishable from every other rank and file cop. Get better pay to spend all hours of the night relentlessly chasing down the city’s darkest secrets and most devious criminals.”
There was a short pause where Damien looked at his friend unsure of how much resolve was behind his words. Bryan turned his head and looked at him. In a few moments, both men burst out laughing.
“Like hell!” Bryan declared.
“Like hell!” Damien concurred, “The streets are where it’s at!”
“Amen,” Bryan said as they tapped each other’s beer bottles. They emptied there drinks and ordered another round when a pair familiar voices greeted them.
“Evening, fella’s” Kristina said as she and Sasha took the stools beside Damien, “How did Batman and Robin go today working away from each other?”
“Well, look whose here,” jeered Bryan, “Demon here was just fantasying about you two,”
“Cut it out,” Damien blushed.
“Can’t blame him,” Sasha pitched in deviously, “We’re only the sassiest cops in the whole division.”
“Well,” Damien said grinning, “I wouldn’t say the ‘sassiest’ but...”
Both Husky women laughed and Kristina nudged his shoulder. Amongst the laughing Damien ordered drinks for their two new drinking partners but was promptly denied by Sasha who told him, “We’ve got this, Romeo,” before ordering two of the same. He just shrugged his shoulders in an exaggerated show of feigned confusion to his partner, much to his amusement. Soon all four of the off-duty police officers collectively cheered each other in acknowledgment of another successful end of watch. That being that they were alive to see the end of the day.
Damien chuckled and turned to Kristina and asked, “You remember that time you bit that guys ear off?”
“Yeah, a three hundred pound drug-fiend was choking Sasha to death on the ground, what was I supposed to do? I didn’t have a taser then. My natural instincts kicked in,”
“It took I.A (Internal Affairs) a while to be convinced,” Bryan mentioned.
“It wasn’t fun being under that much scrutiny. I was sure I was done for. But even if they fired me, I wouldn’t have regretted doing it. Your partner is in trouble, you do anything to help them.”
“No arguments here,” Damien nodded, taking a swig from his beer when out of the blue Bryan came out with,
“So, what’s the big secret then, Damien?”
He glanced at him, perplexed, “Secret?”
“Oh come on, man. I can tell you’ve had something on your mind all night. What happened today, huh? What’s on your mind?”
Damien had to admit that Bryan could make a very good detective if he ever did go for the test. His ability to seemingly read his mind based on whatever subtle behaviours which gave him away was always impressive. Then again they had been working together for four years; they knew things about each other that no one else did. Such a level of trust was necessary in a good partnership. He was right; Damien hadn’t stopped thinking about something that had happened that day.
He hadn’t stopped thinking of Renamon, the Anthromorph woman that he instantly found attractive when she answered the door while wearing her running gear.
“Well, there was this girl...” he began plaintively.
“Predictable,” Kristina interrupted.
“I knew it!” cried Bryan triumphantly, “I knew it was a girl. It just had to be. So what happened? Elaborate for us,”
Damien sighed, “Before I went code seven, I answered this call in Crystal View, a possible 459 suspect. So I got to the address and the homeowner was this young woman,” he said with a smirk.
“Single?” Bryan quizzed eagerly.
“Uh-huh,”
“What did she have stolen?” asked Sasha, “Or rather what did her daddy buy for her that got stolen?”
“Nothing,” he answered, “She caught him in the garden and he took off over the fence. He didn’t steal anything. There wasn’t much to go on,”
“What kind of house was it?” asked Kristina.
“Kind of oriental style; cherry trees and a big garden. The guest house was pretty cool...”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bryan cut him off impatiently, “Cut to the chase; was she hot?”
Damien sipped his beer, “Well, I don’t know. They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,” he said modestly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“She was an Anthromorph.”
Bryan scoffed, “You serious? In Crystal View?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Sasha cried indignantly. He smiled wanly.
“Nothing, it just she’s probably the only one in the city who lives there.”
Damien nodded, “She said it herself,”
“What kind of ‘morph was she?” Bryan asked, sounding decidedly less interested.
“A Kitsune, like a fox but different,” he answered.
“I never heard of them.”
Damien took out his Smartphone and showed an example of a Kitsune on his internet search to Bryan as well as Kristina and Sasha who had never heard of them either. As the joke went, being an Anthromorph didn’t mean you knew ever other Anthromorph in the world.
“What was her name?” asked Sasha.
“On paper it was Yuka Imai. But she told me that her traditional name is Renamon. Apparently it’s a big deal to tell that to somebody who’s not a relative or spouse.”
“Well,” Bryan sighed, “Sounds like you had fun today. I certainly didn’t.”
“Hey, tomorrow’s another day, man,” Damien said lightly.
“Indeed, Mr Holt,” he said as he twirled the remnants of his beer, “Another day, another dollar,”
“Another roll call,” pitched Sasha.
“Another watch,” added Damien.
“And a whole city full of bad guys,” Kristina declared. Bryan smiled and raised his beer, followed suit by his colleagues. He turned to them and said,
“And we all know what they say.” All together they said,
“Woop-Woop! That’s the sound of the Police!” and shared cheers with each other.
The laughs and the jokes and the stories that they shared with each other were more than just a means to blow off steam and shoot the old bull. It was a way to affirm what there should be no doubt off; that all four of them and indeed anyone who swore the oath to protect and serve could be relied upon to always have their back. When all the thoughts and feelings of what made them different as individuals, race, sex, colour, human or Anthromorph were put aside, they could all agree on the one thing that united them; the uniform and the badge they wore.
End of Chapter 3
If you are interested in the monologue at the beginning, here it is from the film "End of Watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmCLV1yam5E
Chapter 4: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16177687/
Category Story / All
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Well i though that in a world where humans and anthro beings coexist that such abbreviations would inevitably be used, be it in an insulting manner or not. Kind of like how someone might call someone a "Jap" rather than "Japanese." Also I may not have been correct with my grammar so maybe I was wrong in that regard.
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