Part 2 of the Origins of Whitescar.

In this part we properly meet two major recurring characters, normal everyday heroes themselves. Leylyn Faircross, Police Chief and Sybel Wellsor, Fire Chief.

Both characters I had massive amounts of help with from really good friends.  KBun Helped me greatly with Faircross, and i am still thankful for that, he did the designs for her. While Sybel was suggested by  Snowfyre who pointed out that until this moment, Neolythia lacked a fire chief or any named one as well as suggesting that Sybel be more lady like. But seriously thanks to both of them

Now onto the story, and like before I hope you all enjoy reading it.

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The normal chatter of the Police Headquarters was silent, the eyes on many cops were locked onto the office door of the police chief. The shout of the racial slur still rung in their ears, even after the corrupt officer was pulled away from the office, by two of his former colleagues. A rare sight to happen, but it wasn’t that they made even the most hearty walk into the office. But a stag walked closer, wearing the standard uniform of an officer out on the streets. A dark blue bullet proof vest, with a bluish-grey shirt underneath it. The pants were a dark blue, the same as the bullet proof vest, with a belt laden with the typical police gear wrapped around his waist.


The stag waited for a minute or two, before knocking on the door, before saying “Ma’am. I’ve got a report here you might be interested in. An attempted robbery at Riccon’s Bakery on Timber Street” he announced, his deep voice being as quiet as it can, not wanting to face the chief’s anger. The seconds ticked by uncomfortably, as the stag wondered if she would be best be left alone.


“Enter.”


That was the only response as the stag nodded and pushed the door open, stepping over the threshold and into the office. Not much had changed since he was last in here, the same awards from the mayor, a photo of the chief at her graduation from the academy, shelves with law enforcement related books on it. Her desk looked a bit of a mess, with papers scattered and her own chair laying on the ground, the name stand on her desk was still there, reading ‘Chief Leylyn Faircross.’


The police chief in question stood to the side, looking out of the window over the city, her back turned to the officer. Even from the back, the stag could feel the air of authority coming off of her. Faircross wore a more formal version of the uniform he wore, but easily adaptable for wearing out on the streets. Her long, bushy tail was light brown, with a ring of black near the tip while the tip itself was white, twitched in annoyance. White hair cascaded down to her shoulders in a bit of disarray from behind, as she kept her arms at her side, covered in the same light brown fur as most of her body broken by the white ‘gloves’ of fur that travelled from her fingers up to tip of her fingers, which ended in long claws. Many have wondered how she could grip anything with long claws like those.


The chief turned around as the stag got another good look at her rather unique heritage. It wasn’t a secret that the chief was a hybrid, but what did surprise many was the fact she half Rough Collie and half Honey Badger, something that was rarely spotted. Her head was a mix of the two species, with the honey badger structure, but with a short rough collie muzzle. Hazel eyes glanced at the stag as she walked closer, her hair stuck up out front of her face. Her ears weren’t on the top of her head, rather at the side, flopped half way with the tips being black. She walked towards the stag, her paws uncovered with, footwear was common but there were some that prefer to have their paws uncovered, some like Faircross had a bit of a problem with it, in the chief’s case it was cause of the claws. Her overall body, what could be seen through the uniform showed that she was toned build, mixed with a slight muscular build to her.


“You going to stand there and gawk, or do you have something important to hand to me.” the hybrid said, holding out her hand. The stag shook his head, before muttering a soft ‘sorry’ and handed the folder over. “Mmmm, attempted robbery” she said, flipping it open and taking a look at the report. Her eyes glancing over to the photos of the pine marten and the would be thieves.


“Yes, Ma’am. It happened at quarter to seven earlier tonight. We interviewed the owner and he did have something interesting. It seems that the person who foiled the robbery had and I quote ‘Almost magical like abilities, or some sort of powers.’ I know it sounds like something from a comic book, but that’s what he said” the stag stated, watching the chief.


Upon hearing that and reading that in the report, Faircross froze in place, her tail stiffening as she re-read the statement. The stag looked concern, as he wondered if he should step forward to see if she was alright. The Rough Collie/Honey Badger seemed to snap out of her daze, before looking up at the stag, her eyes harden as if she still can’t believe what she read and was refusing to believe it. “Did Mr. Riccon say anything about his saviour?” Faircross asked, lifting up as she read the second page.


“Only that she seemed to be a confused, homeless unicorn-fox hybrid. He did say that she had blue hair, and her fur was white, almost as white as a healing scar” Officer Galison replied as the chief placed the folder on the table.


“That’s good work, Galison. I would like to be undisturbed, I need to think. But if anything else comes up involving this matter let me know, right away” Faircross stated, as she walked back to her desk and set up her chair again. The officer watched as he nods and starts to walked out. The police chief waited as the stag exited the office as silence fell over the room.


Pulling the folder closer and opening it, she read it over again, not wanting to believe what laid within it. A sigh escaped her as she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her palm over her face. ‘This can’t be right,’ she thought. ‘This sort of stuff shouldn’t be real. This is the stuff of fiction.’ Still, there was a robbery and the would-be thieves were in custody now, now she was worried there might be some vigilante running around now. A sigh escaped her as she started to shift through and doing the last bit of paper work for the night.


And yet, even as time drew on her mind was drawn back to that robbery. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, it brought to mind of something similar to the mystery stories she so enjoyed. Closing the last report, Faircross pulled it closer, opened it and reread it. Something about this was familiar as if she heard something along this line before, but where…


Then it hit her as the police chief jumped from her chair and hurried towards the filing cabinet. Opening up the middle section the hybrid searched, being careful with her claws as she rifled through the contents. With a toothy smile, she pulled out another folder one filed about a chemical fire that happened a month or two back. There wasn’t much to mention there, at least in the fire department’s official report. But one witness did notice something odd, if she remembered correctly.


Her hazel coloured eyes read each line carefully, the officer in charge of the interview was very careful when it came to the questions. Then Faircross came to the line she was seeking for, the eye witness was at a distance but they did remember seeing someone that day. Someone who wasn’t part of the fire department, someone small and possibly wearing a coat of some kind. The eye witness wasn’t sure what happened, other then this person rushed in and assisted the fire-fighters. Yet, Faircross can’t remember any of the firemen making mention of this figure in their own reports. Something wasn’t adding up here, and it started to unnerve the Chief of Police. Her hand stroked her chin as she closed the file, staring into space as she went into thought.


A few moments later and Faircross held her phone up to her ear, waiting as it rung. If there was one person who could help her, it was the Fire Chief who surely would have information for her friend. A few times it rung as the honey badger-rough collie wondered if it was too late.


“Hello?” the voice on the other side asked.


“Hello, Sybel. Sorry for catching you off at such a late time”


“Leylyn, I wasn’t expecting you to call out of the blue. Is something wrong?”


“Not wrong per say… I want to talk to you about something.”


“Well I’m free at the moment, what is it?”


“I’d rather want to ask you in person. Tomorrow perhaps, your office?”


“I think I can make that fit in. Is everything alright?”


“I hope so. I will tell you more tomorrow. Don’t let me keep you up all night, I know you need your beauty sleep” Faircross mentioned with a slight chuckle.


“Heh, alright. Tomorrow around lunch sound good? I will see you then, take care Leylyn.”


“You too, Sybel.”


With that the call ended, as Faircross started to get ready to head back to her home. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day, for sure. The Police Chief hoped nothing more came up from this mysterious person.



But that was not going to happen, as three more sightings were reported to the police of the figure, stopping a mugging or just helping out someone. The reports were of the same unicorn-fox, but wearing an odd assortment of clothing. A ferret who had an encounter described the hybrid dressed almost as if she was a superhero. The word started to spread slowly over night on social media.


It wasn’t enough to gain too much attention, but it did catch the eyes of a few who were interested. One of which was former swimsuit model turned news reporter Kryssie Starlet, a vixen who was stunning and stood apart because of her odd tendency to dye her fur. A smile crossed her muzzle as she started to search what she could find out about this figure… but first, she would need a proper name or else people would get confused about what was being reported on.


But that would have to wait until the morning, until then Kryssie would sleep and keep searching for any more of this so called ‘Super-heroine’ sightings, and praying it wasn’t just an urban legend.



The night and morning passed by a bit too quickly for Faircross’s liking as the police chief went about. After a quick breakfast and a check in to see her brother, she was once again back at her office going over reports and paperwork. She sighed again, seeing more sightings had been reporting, Faircross leaned back in her chair staring up at the ceiling. ‘I wish this wasn’t happening’ she thought, breathing out before going back to her work.


But soon lunch came and the Police Chief was now standing in the office of Sybel Wellsor, Chief of the NCFD and head of the city’s emergency services, a good friend of the Police Chief despite their differences. While Faircross was often a bit more in your face due to her heritage, despite her keeping a level head, Sybel was more well mannered, civil and often quite lady like. Faircross just chuckled silently to herself as she looked away from a framed picture of Sybel’s unit before looking towards the Groenendael, watching as she fixed up some tea for herself.


Even in the present Sybel held herself with the proper grace she was known for. Black fur kept clean and brushed, brown hair straight as it rested against her back, flowing from under her red helmet. Her green eyes peering from under the rim, showing intelligence, politeness, yet bravery and strength. Her uniform was standard, dark navy blue with a lighter shade for the trimmings of the coat. The patch on her coat’s shoulder was clear, a red flame with a yellow star, the word ‘Chief’ underneath in a yellow box.


The sound of light tapping interrupted the silence as the sound of a spoon lightly tapped a cup. Turning around, Faircross saw that the Fire Chief had finished with the stirring as she took her seat taking a careful sip of her tea. Her green eyes watching the hybrid curiously as she took a seat opposite Sybel’s desk. “Thank you again for making time to see me today” Faircross started as she watched the Groenendael drink from her cup. A smile crossed her muzzle as she lowered the cup and gave a short nod.


“For you, Leylyn I can make the time. How’s your parents and brother been?”


“They been good, thanks for asking. I hope things been going good in your life”


“Oh yes. I say things been going quite well. But I don’t think your here to talk about what we’ve been up to. So tell me, why did you want to meet today?” she asked, watching the Honey Badger/ Rough Collie closely, the cup still in her hand as she waited patiently. Faircross watched her, considering her options, she wasn’t even sure if the reports were that accurate. For all anyone knows, the baker could of suffered a case of mistaken identity, the adrenaline that would have been running through his body, could of clouded his mind. And yet, the fact a vigilante had started to show up hours after that. There was also still the matter of the reports of that figure, that the fire fighters neglected to mention.


“Yeah, but what I want to discuss is off the record. I just want to talk to you as friends” the police chief said, watching as Sybel took another sip from her tea. A slight nod of the head showed that her friend did understand and agreed, with a slight smile, Faircross continued, “Well, something popped up last night. A robbery gone wrong with the victim being saved by someone using as he claimed ‘powers’. I don’t know if I believe him, I mean there are a number of explanations, so I say it’s a case of mistaken identity.”


“But?”


“But there were a few more reports last light, description matching the one who helped the baker that was robbed earlier last night. But that’s not what I’m here for, Sybel. The reports did make me remember something, two reports from a chemical fire a few months ago. I reread them last night, and yet I saw two conflicting things” Faircross explained, watching the Groenendael as she listened.


“Two conflicting reports? I assure you, that my fire fighters filled the reports truthfully. We wouldn’t lie about anything dealing with something like that” Sybel stated back, her posture changing to being a bit more defensive. The police chief watched, before holding her hand up trying to calm down her friend.


“Hey, hey. I was just curious, I didn’t mean to insult” she replied, watching as Sybel calmed down after a few minutes before going back to her tea. Silence hung in the room, as both of them sat watching the other, before Faircross cleared her throat. “I don’t want to assume that your fire-fighters are bad at their job. It’s just I saw two conflicting reports as said before” she added, watching as Sybel lowered the tea again.


“Go on. I am interested now.” Sybel replied, taking another sip from her cup.


“Alright. Sybel, the fire fighters report was professional as you said. But there was another one from a witness, and I just want to ask… Was there anyone else there at that fire? Because the witness noted a small figure running into it, no details could be made other then the figure didn’t seem to be wearing the gear your department wears. As said, there was no other details other then someone running in, coming out later and seemed to talk with the fire fighters there before vanishing. I just want to see if you know anything about that” the hybrid police chief stated, keeping an eye on the fire chief.


Sybel’s eyes shot wide open as she lowered her cup, spitting the tea out as she started to cough. Cup now on the table she brought her hand, as she started to hit her chest trying to not to choke, her face lowering towards the table. After a few seconds, she took in some deep breaths before as she was sure the coughing had stop, before she glanced up. Faircross was dripping from the tea spat on her, staring at the fire chief with a look of surprise. The tea covered her face, but dripped down as it started to soak her top, dripping down the curve of her breasts as Sybel gasps, getting to her feet quickly. Rushing to a cupboard she pulls out a towel and starts trying to wipe the tea off of her friend, Faircross taking over after a few seconds.


“Sorry, sorry!” Sybel repeated over and over again as she took a step back as the police chief finished wiping her face and started down, patting the towel over her breasts as she glanced up with an inquisitive look. The fire chief had to think fast, as she started to laugh nervously. “Sorry about that… I just remembered something” she stated, acknowledging mentally that was a horrible cover.


Faircross wasn’t mad, she was surprised more then anything when she saw the normally well mannered Groenendael would do something like that. ‘I must be onto something if she did that’ she thought, finishing drying herself as she puts the towel down and leans forward. “Really? Cause you did seem to do that when I mentioned that figure. Are you sure that you aren’t lying to me?” she asked, watching her closely. The hybrid watched as her friend once again stiffened slightly, before looking at the Rough Collie/Honey Badger.


“No. The witness was seeing things. I would never lie to you, none of my fire fighters would. There was no one else there, I swear” Sybel stated, watching Faircross with a slightly worried look. Her friend watched her carefully as the fire chief had to think of something. Something that may get her off her back, a rumour she head came to mind as Sybel looked to Faircross. “Well, I could ask YOU something, Leylyn. Tell me do you have any truths to the fact there is a rumour going around, about one of your own officers, who was found hanging from a lamppost by their underwear?” The Fire Chief asked, watching as Faircross now seemed to freeze herself.


“That is just a rumour. That officer was not having a good day, that was just a rumour some hoodlum spread” Faircross retorted, doing her best to keep under control. The hybrid took several deep breaths before nodding a bit, looking at Sybel. “Ok, I do get what you are trying to get across. It’s just, I value my job and keeping this city safe. I need to follow up on things that come off as strange” she added, as the Groenendael stood calmly to the side keeping out of range before letting out a sigh of relief herself as she came back around. “Sorry” Faircross muttered, her trimmed claws tapping against the table’s surface. The tension was still in her body, Sybel could feel it as silence fell over the office.


“I agree, Leylyn. I want this city to be protected as well, I will not lie to you. Trust me” she said, reaching down as she gently laid a hand on the other female’s hand, comforting her friend. A smile was returned as the hybrid let out an exhale as she started to stand up. The two watched each other, before smiling again giving the other a hug. “I have to get back to work though” the Fire Chief added, earning a nod from Faircross. They broke the hug as they smiled still, Sybel already starting to go to her desk. “But see, Leylyn. I wouldn’t lie to you, if there had been someone else there, I would of said something personally. So don’t worry, let’s just do our jobs. And I will see if we can meet up again outside of work” Sybel added.


“Yeah, and I look forward to it. Been so long” Faircross replied, watching as Sybel went to sit at her desk. Turning around, the rough collie-honey badger hybrid walked towards the door, hand on the handle before she heard Sybel chuckle slightly.


“Don’t worry, I will bring some of those Jam Tarts you love” the fire chief call out after her, earning a smile and a chuckling from the Police Chief. Their friendship was an odd one, but neither would trade it for anything as Faircross gave her a wave and exited the office. Reaching up she stroked her chin gently, things weren’t adding up, but she didn’t want to press Sybel any more. Instead she decided to investigate further, glancing over her shoulder before walking onwards, down as she headed for the exist. But there was one thing Faircross couldn’t deny, things were starting to change.