Issa Trap Again

Eh, what can I say? How could I not put Cyrti and werewolves in all that mess?

I simply couldn't.

Not really happy with the pic, but it's best thing I've drawn for weeks already, so like it anyway. Still experimenting with changing style a bit, started with some clothes () and thinner line. About the latter, this was caused by my hand having better day, in incoming (I hope so) works, it's going to be thicker again, so I'll cover the shaking hand that way.

Story time! Sorry that it's so weird, it's late, damn it.

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I know what you come for. You all ask about the same thing. You ask about Them.

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Those weren't different. Well, not all of them. They crawled around like rats, doing small stuff... but not Her.

Yeah, there was a woman, there's always a woman, ain't it? You're the writer 'ere, you should know. Well, She wasn't like any other, too. Was a singer, but not that sweet little duckling you've got all around downtown, boy, with dress made out of some poor sod's fur, oh no. She was like an animal, singing where big fishes were talkin' business, not fondling titties. Her voice was almost as scratched, as her ugly face...

...they say that dogs did it to her.

Dogs, fuckin' dogs everywhere, boy. Once we marched there, had a hunch that there be drugs, boy, found nothing, only fuckin' dogs. Machettes, guns, rifles... heck, those hairy fuckers which were running around with axes fifteen years ago, but not those damned hill dog-folk. Nothing illegal, no dirty money, no drugs, no nothing.

Only fuckers, looking weird on you, they were giving me creeps, I tell ya. Felt like an animal, you know? About to get eaten, not a bone left, that how it would end, if we'd be at their fuckin' forest in their fuckin' hills. But there were no hills and no forest, only holes after bombing... rough times, told ya.

Anyway, we were back when first corpses appeared. It was massacre, I tell ya, boy. Always a bloody massacre. Locals were afraid, we got all the kinds of shit told on those poor sods out of the mountain. Their dogs be aggressive, said fuckin' beardies and other cardboard sods, thinking our department owes them anything, cheap jobstealers.

What are you, anyway? A fuckin' beardie? What's with your skin, boy?

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Yeah, yeah, sorry for that. The Job gets under your skin, boy, all I have to tell ya. Anyway, we come and say dogs must be put to sleep, She's there, I see Her doing that face... eh, that face - She had dogs prettier than Her, boy, but when She did that face... like She knew, She got you. If not all the scratches, you'd be licking her shoes. And not only, you catch my flow?

Nah, I feel ya don't, boy. That beard of yours never touched any pussy, eh?

Anyway, we go there, all the rifles and ready and she's all like "welp, they killed the dogs". Cages locked, no dogs, all say, yes, yes, good dogs, they have them for dinner. Fuckin' psychos, I tell ya! But what to do, fuckers had no dogs, we could do nothing. I tell Her, I see a dog, I grab it by tail and throw Her in the face before I pack Her ass to jail. She told me, that I better not see any dog, then, fuckin' bitch.

Dogs, we were running for dogs, fuck it, because some poor fuckin' sods from poor fuckin' cardboard town were afraid to die by dogs. Were starvin' and be sellin' shit to themselves that kill ya hundred times worse than a dog, but are afraid of a fuckin' animal. Idiots.

What's with the smoke, boy?

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come closer boy. Guess what happens, when there are no longer dogs? More hill folk happen. They say, they come from boats. They say, their homeland ruined, there will be plenty of them. Yeah, fuckin right. Meanwhile, massacre continues. There's a pattern, boy, now I see it, back then there were all sods from the streets, thugs of this one or this one, who cared? We knew all the knots and tangles between big fishes, but no one cared about rats order of biting...

...only there was one, big rat, starting to eat all the others.

Hill folk went downtown. Don't ask me how, all of sudden you saw the former fuckin' dock helpers running around. First in their ugly ass grey cheap uniforms, then the fuckers were sporting suits

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We didn't know what the fuck happened. Totally clueless, so you know what's the saying in the Job?

Yeah, when you're clueless, go search for bodies. So we found them. Probably not all of them, and never whole. But you know what they say, where there's no tool, there's no murder. Yeah, fuckin' right, series of suicides by dropping oneself on a fuckin' tiger, I guess? All happening with our dog folk running all their nose high, no jobs, no drugs, no guns, only suits and cars. Expensive ones, cause why not? And one fuckin' singer.

We knew that all big fishes were paying her. Thought at first she's some high class, you know, like those from three years ago? The one that were shipped in by pointies, fuckin' immigrants. They were allowing to do with them anything, gross as shit. But that fit, she was scratched, yeah? So why one would fuck something as ugly, if not for some sick fun, eh? One added to one, she was accidentally shot during one of the raids...

...yeah, Fishtail's case, that was a big thing. Had to be extra fuckin' careful to not hit any of the other big boys... what, surprised? They keep the things together, they go big, but we teach them not to go bigger. Everything's working, what do you think the Job is about, boy? Anyway, she got two bullets up her guts and didn't even blink. Fuckin' doctors didn't dose her and she didn't even squeal during operation. Well then, one bitch that would bear anything, wouldn't you pay for that?

Heh, you're the bright kid - not that much. But it added nicely, Fishtail was dressed into all those massacres, we had our success, no one wanted to dig deeper. Even me, kid, it was months later

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It's not like there were no killings before, boy, but this was god awful. They were mauled, teared apart, job of a fuckin' psycho. Yet, there were no clues, a bit of dog fur... there was always a dog. A dog shelter. Or some fuckin' beauty contest. Heck, one of the guys started to talk and he was found in the cage we were keeping police dogs at the station. No one fuckin' considered dog fur a clue, there was only one thing sure - there's new hitman in town. A fuckin' psycho.

I know who. She was.

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Okay, okay, I'll calm down. Tell those fuckers to go away, you got me by me hair, you fucktard. No? Okay, let them stay, let they hear it.

She's a wolf.

Yes, fucktard, I saw it. She just... what? What so funny? You think I...

They are

They are wolves! Dozens of them! Dozens on your fuckin' street!

You'll see! I'm 'ere not because I'm crazy! I'm 'ere because I'm safe! They won't

they won't, you get it, boy? They afraid they get examined and everything is blown off! They get you! They get all of you!

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