Thread: An Anthro Dream- Moon/Ryax

It was a busy day at the Police Station, a series of violent robberies had taken place over the past few weeks. They all seemed to be performed by the same gang, a mischievous bunch of fox Anthros really, resorting to trickery and flashy entrances to startle their pray and stores. The station were in full tumult as just about everyone was trying to work the case and find the next lead to catching the ones that were sure to lead to a promotion. There had also been a stealing in one of the art shops around town, not that far from the station even But the case of the stolen art supplies were shadowed by the other robberies, but had not slipped past the office completely. Before they knew it, lunch was approaching and Rayden , a police officer working at the station, had skipped breakfast earlier that day Hunger was washing over that poor man, his stomach growling something furiously, it even disturbed his coworkers who snapped at him, Dammit Rayden! Fucking eat your damned breakfast some day will ya? I don't have the time to listen to your damn stomach., he growled, Varl, Raydens close friend within the station. Rayden grunted at the man's comment, Fine damn you! I'll go... But I'll be back to torment you some more soon, you hear me?, he returned, scolding his friend playfully with a grin on his face. He got up, sighed as he overlooked his work once more in desperate hope to get some progress done on the case, when his friend kicked him on the butt, Go, now, you annoying piece breakfast skipping runt., Varl replied with a sly grin on his face as he kicked his friend out. Rayden quickly found himself grabbing his coat and heading out the door, clad in a classic detectives hat and a pair of dark jeans. His coat was of dark red colored leather of an animal he didn't care to know. It was a bit worn, but it sufficed for the current weather. Rayden groaned as his stomach once more made itself known by pinching him from the inside, literally demanding to be fed. He decided to walk to the park, the weather was nice, so he didn't mind a little cold in order to enjoy the sunlight and a good spot in the park. As he was a bit early against the rush, he had dibs on the seatings in the beautiful park they had not that far away from his workplace. Once he arrived, he took a deep breath, sighing with delight as he gazed over the green areas of the park, starting his stroll to find the perfect place to sit for today. It was quiet, except for the constant buzzing from the cities noise masked by the gentle leaves on the trees. He knew what spot he wanted, but when he arrived, it was sorely occupied. At first he groaned and sighed with dismay, but when he took a second look, it wasn't a human sitting on that bench. He instantly got intrigued, why would an Anthro be out on the loose like this, didn't it have an owner? He approached cautiously, taking a good look at what seemed to be a rather beautiful creature from the distance and the back, but what was it doing? It was painting! And not any ordinary painting, it was a beautiful one, it was hard to believe something like that could even be pained, such accuracy, such interpretation and such fantastic depth and marvelously accurate color palette. It was a beauty to wash even from afar. He decided to approach real close, drawn in by the painting and the loose Anthro. He didn't make the immediate connection between the loose Anthro, the paining and the art supply robbery as the case had been a bit lost in translation when dealing with the heavy robberies of the rouge group. It was in there however, it was only a matter of time until he figured it out. He came up from behind, but on her side, leaning forward with his arms on the back support of the bench. I've never seen such a beautiful piece of art before., he began with, his attention fixed on the painting. He didn't know how the she Anthro would react to this, but he just had to approach this odd sight or he would have regretted it deeply afterwards, he could feel it sharply in his gut, and it wasn't the hunger talking. He looked around symbolically, then turned to look at the painting again. Where's your master?, he asked blatantly, questioning the loneliness of the naked Anthro in the middle of the chilly park. He took the chance to slip around the bench, sitting himself down next to the painter, like he wasn't caring about that she might've want privacy in her painting. Do you mind if I eat my lunch here? I just can't stop staring at your work., he said, his chatting and motions were coming off a bit strong, but it was also deliberate as he was a cop, and a loose Anthro was highly against the law. Of course she didn't know he was a cop, but he wasn't particularly interested in capturing a loose Antho tasting the sweet nectar of freedom for once. It was a common thing to see an Anthro in company with a master, but a rare one at that when the Anthro was not with a master. He brought out his lunch bag containing a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches that he was going to enjoy so very much with his hunger. Unwrapping one, he began munching down on it, subconsciously letting out a quiet and delighted moan by the sheer delight of supplying his stomach with food again.