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You'd hear crickets chirping on a clear night, or an owl hoot on a night as dark and morose as this but the desolate of the alley left not even a stray feral cat looking for scraps amongst the rotting putrid sacks of trash that littered the narrow corridor long burying the neglected dumpster that the city's sanitation workers had forgotten like the city had forsook the inhabitants of the downtown alley to their own whims and laws.

A rustle not too different from a wind chime dancing in its rejoicing melody to the welcome breeze broke the dark silence but the heavenly tingling went ignored as nothing stirred in the lifeless concrete and brick structure.

The hooded fur growled. His eyes focused on a window somewhere on the third floor, something shifted in the left sleeve of his hoodie as though trying to break free as his heart throbbed and the massive lupine went to his knees clutching his side which was searing through the cloth, the glyphs on it dancing angrily as the blood in his body began to boil and his left sleeve ripped, the wing came forth and with a flash of light quickly sucked into the darkness he was gone.

The ladder creaked as the lupine held on by a finger, barely having made the jump to the third floor fire escape. He dangled not because of lack of strength on his part but because of the rusted corroding ladder that could break should be make a wrong move. Taking a deep breath and a calm gulp his wing rustled to displace the air he needed to swing himself onto the platform, the rod bending at a steep angle precariously about to fall, taking the muscular lupine down with it had he not planted his feet a microsecond earlier, relieving the ladder off it's burden.

His heart beat harder as though trying to rip out of his chest, the glyph pulsed slowly but painfully like a cattle brand that continually prodded his insides, burning away at his fur like the worse case of mange. Ignoring his pain he focused on the window in front of him, the wing bent with prehensile dexterity as it skillfully bent a feather as though made out of a fluid and snapped back the latch and the wing retracted into its owner's arms, the fur closing around it concealing the appendage as the lupine licked his lips, his golden eyes turning a slight crimson as he opened the window and a draft of overpowering musk and seed hit his heightened senses in an agonizing aromatic attack that nearly made him exhume the contents of his stomach.

Resisting the urge to keel over the lupine held his breath and as he put his first foot into the room, there was a resounding squish that was felt against his sole. He pulled it up in disgust, peeling off the used condom, reviled at the lost pleasures of sex that he had filled with blood to occupy the void left behind from years of killing the pond scum of the alleys.

The lupine sniffed as his heart would twist in the direction the glyph was telling it to like a compass, he navigated the jizz ridden and lube scented apartment to a door which he creaked open to reveal a lone figure cuddled up in a blanket sobbing away, the lupine repulsed by the overwhelming stench of the many furs who had relieved more than their seed onto his fur, piss and saliva being added into the mix he wanted to double back and never look over his shoulder at the figure but the rustling wing writhing under his left arm's fur said otherwise so he swallowed his pride and stepped inside.

As the door creaked the sobbing husky's ear perked and he looked up at the advancing golden eyed figure approaching him wordlessly, gulping deep as he looked up at the figure towering over him now, its eyes glowered at him with contempt. The malamute's ear then perked and his head turned to the glyph that was glowing, an urge overtook him to touch it almost hypnotically against his better judgment as much as it restrained the lupine from stopping the filthy malamute from touching his person.

As the husky's fingers brushed across the glyph, his fur tingled and he closed his eyes, throwing his head back in a primal howl, the knowledge of what was to happen flowing into his mind and when he pulled his head down again to match the lupine's eyes, he could see the figure himself was aroused as he was, the tent fighting against his jogging threads soaked his crotch with pre as the husky's own erection came back to life in the sheets, tenting the fabric.

With a smirk the husky looked up into his angel's eyes and smiled warmly at getting his final wish, the lupine on the other hand was disgusted and reviling himself for having succumbing to his primal lust after proudly having suppressed the urge to control it all these years thinking back to what his dead lover would say were he to stand here looking at him now.

The opposite went through the husky's mind as he pulled down the lupine's threads, the massive 10 incher throbbing harder than the glyph on the side as he licked his parched lips and sealed them around the throbbing tapered head that merited a well deserved sigh then a guttural moan from its owner as a forgotten pleasure coursed through the lupine as he yelled in the furthest recesses of his mind, the image of a smiling otter in his arms flashed through the cinema in his mind mouthed the words "I love you". He wanted to cry to take any sharp object and thrust it through his heart as every bob of the husky's skilled maw brought him closer and closer to a forgotten pleasure that he had not felt that night, the wheels of time spun back in his head again as the cinema in his head took him back to the night when the sirens were blaring and he was called off patrol to respond to a robbery turned hostage situation.

The lupine back then wore a golden badge and the blue colors of the police but in his heart he was still a gunner who always shot first asked questions later if they were still alive while his partner the otter being his better half would insist on asking the questions which would mean to his dismay not much killing. As he got out of the car and the passenger seat opened the otter smiled at the lupine as he cocked his custom .45 cal that was hardly standard issue while his straight arrow partner smiled across the cruiser at him, releasing the safety on his piece before his ear perked to a loud bang and he ducked, narrowly missing a bullet meant for his head.

Growling the lupine from the cover of his door released a barrage of high cal rounds at their would be assailant who fled into the store's cover, as he was about to dash in after the masked fur, a firm webbed paw grabbed his collar, the otter putting a finger to his lips as he made a signal with his finger to come around and ambush the brigand from behind while he talked to him. The lupine gave a curt nod as his blood boiled and his trigger finger itched to squeeze the loaded gun, licking his lips as he relished the idea of a mistake resulting in the death of the fur who shot at his love.

As he snuck behind, navigating the alley and accessing the building from the back door which he knifed open he padded through the store's storage carefully sneaking up the stairs, he creaked the door open looking through the crack of light seeing the panicked masked fur pointing a gun at the otter, webbed paws behind his head talking to the suspect of was holding the koala bear who ran the store hostage.

Licking his chops he eased the door a bit more open as the lupine took aim at the back of the fur's head, smiling as the targeting laser sight danced on the skull as he squeezed back the trigger, with a bang he shot through the fur, knowing it from the pained snort but he knew he wasn't dead because of the lack of a tell tale slump of a dead body and the raised voice of his partner. Eyes wide in shock at his mistake as he wrenched the door open he saw the suspect's shoulder bleeding heavily through his jacket but his other arm aimed and primed at his partner, before the lupine could say or do anything with one loud bang the fur squeezed the trigger spraying the otter with a barrage of bullets moments before the lupine had gunned him down in reflex, not missing the fur's head.

Before the thump of the brigand's body on the cold floor the lupine slided on his knees holding the dying otter in his paws, his partner looking back at him one last time, weakly clutching his shoulder before taking his last breath as the lupine held the body close, pressing his partner's body into his sobbing weakly as all strength left him and he mourned his love that night, swearing on his head as he clutched his against his chest a vendetta as that malice surged through his being, the nihilism washed over him like a tide as he took a deep breath gasping as a skillful lick across his shaft brought the lupine back to the present looking down at the husky who smiled across his muzzle as his long neglected cock was throbbing inside his maw, the once extinguished lust now reignited he growled dominantly, the wing rustled like a puppeteer's hand under his fur as he grabbed the husky and against his will tilted his head, planting a deep, wet, passionate kiss that lifted the husky literally inches off the ground making his curly tail straighten on end,weakly squirming in ecstasy as his cock was leaking against the lupine's defined abs and his toes curled in approval as he was laid down on the bed.

The scent overwhelmed the lupine, his rational mind pushed back by his feral instincts long caged now broke free of their bonds pushing him back into the abyss of his sub conscience as the animal took hold, its strings tugged skillfully by the wing's mind now as the lupine within curled up in the enveloping darkness.

The husky was moaning and groaning in extreme delight, his tongue lolling out as his lupine lover was washing his whole body head to toe with his tongue, sniffing the fur in deep and nuzzling each spot before cleansing it with his own saliva, his claws tracing his malamute lover's matted fur, combing out the knots and rough areas as he murred lovingly, stopping at the husky's belly and lapping the erect member that ached with need by sealing his lips over the head and squeezing along the shaft with his thumb gently.

The husky could do nothing but buck, moan and pant helplessly as he grabbed his lupine lover's head and began thrusting into his maw, memories of the buck he once loved who had been his friend, brother and lover for the last 8 years was taken from him not more than a year ago in a hit and run. As the husky's cock was entangled in the lupine's long broad tongue, memories of that day coursed through his head of how he curled up in this very apartment, not even leaving it to go to the funeral, turning away all family and friends since that day with the exception of call boys he'd order over the phone to try and relive those moments with his long departed cervidae, yet no matter how much he got or how similar they looked it was never enough...there was no passion in their thrusts nor a fire in their lips when they touched. Just another young buck in bed next to him as foreign to the malamute as any other before or after, day after day he would pray to feel his passion and the fire of his burning love for him in another before he died longing to be in the arms of the real one than a flesh golem here who could never replace that void in his heart no matter how many tears streaked down his furry cheeks.

With a gasp the husky was brought back to the present as he pulled his head back and released his seed into his lupine lover who squeezed his knot gently, looking up at him like his deer did, licking his lips the same way in satisfaction as he pulled off the malamute's cock and adjusted himself on top of the husky straddling him along the way as he spooned against him, resting his head along his shoulder as he wrapped his arms tightly around the lithe figure securely which elicited a satisfied murr that the husky had not felt in years from anyone as he lidded his eyes, feeling back along his lover's arms he felt the wing protrude from the fur and stroked the heavenly texture of the creature living inside it.

Smoother than velvet, yet not even solid as though made of water ready to dissolve yet always flowing ' 'like a wisp he smiled at the wing as it glowed, plucking a feather from the array of the plumed being's back and grunted as he pricked his finger with it, keeping the feather's tip in he felt the hollow spine siphon the blood it needed to etch the last words he'd ever write while alive; his own name in exchange for a night of passion almost extinguished in his melancholic soul.

No tears flowed, no regrets went through his mind, knowing full well as he traced the glyph that was his name on his lover's chest slowly, the blood closing up the bloody lines, leaving behind soft living fur a bit ruddy but otherwise unscarred as he traced his blood along it. The lupine winced in his slumber but the pain insufficient to rouse him as the husky kissed his nose one last time as he was done tracing the glyph then taking the feather's tip to his tongue he lapped the last drop of blood now turned toxin.

His eyes lidded, his chest beating gently till it began to recede he lay back into the sheets, the world went black, the sounds of the world fading, his last breath a peaceful one as he gasped then lay still not stirring anymore, the feather still in his paw.

A week later:

The apartment of peter Zalinsky, a resident of green meadows was found dead in his apartment at 1:00a.m on the 2-12-09 after neighbors had not detected signs of activity in his house. The malamute's condition on first sight appears to be owing to natural causes but forensics has revealed through an autopsy the ingestion of a neuro toxin in his system along with high count of endorphins, suggesting a hallucinogenic and euphoric effect before death. A bloody feather with unknown composition was recovered from the scene. Suspicion of forced ingestion is ruled in from multiple samples of dna taken from the scene as well as UV imprinting of feet along the window which is thought to the point of entry, supported by the bent railing on the fire escape as well as disturbed dust under the window sill that suggest forced entry. With signs of no struggle we are suspecting an intimate relation but are still sifting through the DNA to interrogate the following enclosed in the file....

Inspector Madoka sighed deeply as he pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes deeply to soothe the throbbing in his head, the sound of two tablets plopping into the glass of water hissing as they effervesced soothed his head as he grabbed the vessel abruptly downing it to relieve the stress of the last week since the chief's father was found dead in his apartment.

Cursing under his breath in the lonely office he wrapped his paws behind his head muttering in disapproval "Had this been a normal case they'd have just run the john doe tag or just cleaned it up...but nooooo....it had to be the chief's son who got the investigation... " his train of thought disrupted as he clutched the pain in his chest, the lung cringing as he thumped his desk, putting a paw to his muzzle he coughed out blood that dripped from between his fingers and growled as he wiped it off with a napkin and threw it in a ball into the dustbin violently, sending the metal bin rattling feebly.

Tapping his thumbs he contemplated alone how close he was to retirement but years of service had cost him more than his family but also his health as he thought of his upcoming chemo and the years of painful treatment that would make the last years of his life as miserable as possible. Dreams of being a grandfather and holding his grandson were long gone with his family who abandoned him for his obsessions with the law but now to be robbed off his mental peace as a golden shepherd was just too cruel to be fate.

Looking back at his piece he twirled the barrel absently the bullet lying on the desk waiting to end his life but he could never bring himself to do it. Not that he had been shot before in his line of work, it was just that he was a bit too self righteous for himself at times he chuckled at how his principles even were taunting him like everything else in his life and how he needed it to end so fast but didn't wanna piss away 20 years of service as well as a good life to commit a mortal sin.

Resolved at his debate as he put his piece away into his belt he heard a series of knocks that shattered the silence and his skull along with it like a sledgehammer which made him groan irritably as he massaged his head.

"Just come the fuck in!! Its always bloody open!!" he yelled irritably not caring who it was at this ungodly hour, shifting his eyes slowly to observe his partner, a tall dark jet black panther in his office shirt, his piece hanging from his torso as he flourished a file in the shepherd's face, depositing It roughly as he took a seat opposite on his own desk to the shepherd.

"the new list of suspects is in but we're still working on a codename for this operation, Rick you've been assigned along with me on this case." The panther growled in his serious and snarling tone which felt like silk against a cheese grater.

"lucky me...." Retorted the shepeherd rolling his eyes before hurling over and coughing up under his desk, the panther looking over his way with a look of hidden concern behind a contemptuous glower snarled.

"You're getting old Rick maybe you should turn in your badge before you're done in." he said in his own sympathetic way.

The shepherd smiled weakly from behind his desk knowing his partner's ways of showing his concern on the many cases they worked through in the past and flipped through the file quietly as he looked through the crime scene photos and the pasted pictures of the suspects he took a red marker after several hours highlighting the bloody feather and linking it with a picture of a lupine suspect who's picture wasn't on file, tapping it with the butt of the marker.

"Say Mobius, about that name, how about we called our killer bloodfeather?" he snickered wheezily at the panther, looking up from his frames he could see that ghost of a smile etched in the panther's muzzle subtly.

" You really need to stay away from the watercooler crowd more sir" he chuckled a bit more casually as he entered the file name in his computer.

"Don't tell me you didn't bet against the bloodfeather name Mobi, I never took you as a risk taker with your history." Chuckled the shepherd laying back and resting his head on his paw as he twirled his seat left and right observing the panther who despite his jet black fur he could tell was flushed in embarrassment from the statement.

"Just don't tell the wife." He snarled and snickered back in his primal laugh.

"As long as you don't rat me out fpr taking my leave early.." the shepherd groaned as he stood up and stretched his aching body, picking up his hat and donning it as he reached for the door, bidding a quick farewell to the panther, chuckling..." bloodfeather..." he said to himself chuckling in the hall as he put his paws in his moth eaten, bullet hole ridden coat.