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By Kurun t’Gath
Translated from the Kashlanin
(99.3% accuracy)
© 2026 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
morgdl
Four.
Watching the drone resume its cleaning pattern made me think, and I opened my [personal access device] and contacted Sergeant Zhamur. “Yes, Captain-Inspector?” she asked.
“Were the contents of the cleaning drones collected and examined?” I asked.
“Yes, Captain.”
“What was recovered?” A list appeared on my screen and I read it quickly. Stray hairs, skin cells, small pieces of food, dust. “Thank you[sincere], Sergeant,” I said, and ended the connection before returning to the main room.
G’Zherin-madam stepped out of the [remembrance-room], pulling on her robe. “If you are done with asking me questions, Captain-Inspector, I shall go [above], bathe and dress.”
“Understood, g’Zherin-madam,” I said. “I will sit here and [consider].”
“Thank you[sincere],” and she went up the stairs.
I sat down and looked at the hearth-fire. I am not a religious Person, although I understand the need for it in some People, particularly in this case. I was still studying the fire, thinking of the investigation, when the front door opened and a young female entered. She paused as the door closed.
Veridh g’Zherin; some [resemblance/likeness] to g’Zherin-madam, age 27, with fur worn longer than mine. Fur colors were [medium-brown] with darker stripes visible on her lower arms and neck. “Are you with the Constabulary?” she asked. “I saw a vehicle outside – “
“Captain-Inspector t’Gath, [young-madam],” I said. “I have been speaking with your mother.”
“Where is she?”
“She is [above], bathing.”
She gestured comprehension. “Do you wish to speak with me?”
“I do.” She took a seat as I opened my [personal access device] and set it to record. “You were the Person who discovered Yifan-sir’s corpse,” I said. “Please tell me what happened.”
Veridh-[young-madam] sat still for a [moment], her ears and tail moving before she replied, “I awakened early in the morning and felt hungry, so I left my room to get something to eat from the kitchen. When the light came on, I saw Yifan-father’s body, with blood nearby.” Her voice sounded hesitant, as if unwilling to recall the memory.
“Did you touch the body?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, swallowing. “When I could not locate his pulse, I contacted Emergency Services and went to tell Mother and Fathers.”
“I understand. You were scanned to ensure that you were not exposed to his blood?”
“Yes.”
“Your mother says that you are [family-guest] here. You have your own residence?”
“I ended the contract for my housing unit ten days ago,” Veridh replied. “I am scheduled to leave for a military induction center on Lazchal in five days.”
“Your mother said you were joining the Combined Services. What branch?”
“Support,” she replied. “I feel I have an aptitude for it, and the [military-induction] Person agrees with me based on tests and my school scores.” She smiled when she said this, but her smile faltered. “My [father-first] does not approve of my choice.”
“You are [child-by-blood] to Yezhef-sir?”
“Yes.” Again an odd hesitation. “Yifan-father . . . “ Her expression grew [thoughtful?]. “He would call me [child-by-family], because my father was Yezhef-father.”
I considered this. [Plural] families considered all the children as being [in blood] to all the parents regardless of who the parents were. “Do you know why he did this?” I asked.
She gestured noncommittally. “I do not know, Captain-Inspector.”
“Did you hate Yifan-sir for his treatment of you?”
“No,” she replied, although there were signs of that hesitation again. As if she was choosing the right words to say.
I gestured affirmatively and stopped the recording. “That concludes my interview for now,” I said. “I may speak to you again, but I will speak with your fathers first.”
“I understand,” and we looked up as Vikan-madam came down the stairs. She was wearing a dress now. Veridh stood and walked to her mother, and the two embraced and I prepared to leave. I said my farewells, with the understanding that I might do more interviews, and I left the house.
I gave the vehicle the location of Kinan g’Zherin’s business, and while it moved through the city I thought. Vikan-madam appeared to love Yifan-sir; her responses appeared genuine. Veridh-[young-madam]’s reactions engendered more questions. Her negative response to my question about her hating him might have been a concealment.
I felt I would understand more after speaking with the two males.
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By Kurun t’Gath
Translated from the Kashlanin
(99.3% accuracy)
© 2026 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
morgdlFour.
Watching the drone resume its cleaning pattern made me think, and I opened my [personal access device] and contacted Sergeant Zhamur. “Yes, Captain-Inspector?” she asked.
“Were the contents of the cleaning drones collected and examined?” I asked.
“Yes, Captain.”
“What was recovered?” A list appeared on my screen and I read it quickly. Stray hairs, skin cells, small pieces of food, dust. “Thank you[sincere], Sergeant,” I said, and ended the connection before returning to the main room.
G’Zherin-madam stepped out of the [remembrance-room], pulling on her robe. “If you are done with asking me questions, Captain-Inspector, I shall go [above], bathe and dress.”
“Understood, g’Zherin-madam,” I said. “I will sit here and [consider].”
“Thank you[sincere],” and she went up the stairs.
I sat down and looked at the hearth-fire. I am not a religious Person, although I understand the need for it in some People, particularly in this case. I was still studying the fire, thinking of the investigation, when the front door opened and a young female entered. She paused as the door closed.
Veridh g’Zherin; some [resemblance/likeness] to g’Zherin-madam, age 27, with fur worn longer than mine. Fur colors were [medium-brown] with darker stripes visible on her lower arms and neck. “Are you with the Constabulary?” she asked. “I saw a vehicle outside – “
“Captain-Inspector t’Gath, [young-madam],” I said. “I have been speaking with your mother.”
“Where is she?”
“She is [above], bathing.”
She gestured comprehension. “Do you wish to speak with me?”
“I do.” She took a seat as I opened my [personal access device] and set it to record. “You were the Person who discovered Yifan-sir’s corpse,” I said. “Please tell me what happened.”
Veridh-[young-madam] sat still for a [moment], her ears and tail moving before she replied, “I awakened early in the morning and felt hungry, so I left my room to get something to eat from the kitchen. When the light came on, I saw Yifan-father’s body, with blood nearby.” Her voice sounded hesitant, as if unwilling to recall the memory.
“Did you touch the body?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, swallowing. “When I could not locate his pulse, I contacted Emergency Services and went to tell Mother and Fathers.”
“I understand. You were scanned to ensure that you were not exposed to his blood?”
“Yes.”
“Your mother says that you are [family-guest] here. You have your own residence?”
“I ended the contract for my housing unit ten days ago,” Veridh replied. “I am scheduled to leave for a military induction center on Lazchal in five days.”
“Your mother said you were joining the Combined Services. What branch?”
“Support,” she replied. “I feel I have an aptitude for it, and the [military-induction] Person agrees with me based on tests and my school scores.” She smiled when she said this, but her smile faltered. “My [father-first] does not approve of my choice.”
“You are [child-by-blood] to Yezhef-sir?”
“Yes.” Again an odd hesitation. “Yifan-father . . . “ Her expression grew [thoughtful?]. “He would call me [child-by-family], because my father was Yezhef-father.”
I considered this. [Plural] families considered all the children as being [in blood] to all the parents regardless of who the parents were. “Do you know why he did this?” I asked.
She gestured noncommittally. “I do not know, Captain-Inspector.”
“Did you hate Yifan-sir for his treatment of you?”
“No,” she replied, although there were signs of that hesitation again. As if she was choosing the right words to say.
I gestured affirmatively and stopped the recording. “That concludes my interview for now,” I said. “I may speak to you again, but I will speak with your fathers first.”
“I understand,” and we looked up as Vikan-madam came down the stairs. She was wearing a dress now. Veridh stood and walked to her mother, and the two embraced and I prepared to leave. I said my farewells, with the understanding that I might do more interviews, and I left the house.
I gave the vehicle the location of Kinan g’Zherin’s business, and while it moved through the city I thought. Vikan-madam appeared to love Yifan-sir; her responses appeared genuine. Veridh-[young-madam]’s reactions engendered more questions. Her negative response to my question about her hating him might have been a concealment.
I felt I would understand more after speaking with the two males.
<NEXT>
<PREVIOUS>
<FIRST>
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Original Species
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File Size 56.3 kB
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