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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2018 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: unique
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duraluminwolf (RIP)
One of the members of his native support team, a binturong, stepped away from the others and walked over to him. “We just got word.” The man turned, and the bearcat added, “The police have tumbled to us. They’re on the way.” He glanced out at the skyline of Kuala Lumpur, the city spread out in all its splendor and squalor from their vantage point on the roof of the Petronas Tower. He squinted up at the taller man. “You sure you want to do this, Frank?”
The man ran his dirty-blond, tan-spotted paws over his harness. His long and equally spotted feline tail swished as he said, “Yeah, I’m sure, Mohamad. You and the others let the guys down below know. I’m going to need to get out of here quick.” He switched on the camera mounted to his helmet and called out, “Ready?”
Another binturong already had his video recorder running. He nodded.
“Meet you down below,” and there was a grate of cervine hooves on the concrete as the man turned and broke into a sprint toward the jump point. A foot-long red ribbon drifted in the breeze to indicate where the wind was blowing and how hard, and it fluttered as the man went past it and leaped off the top of one of the tallest buildings in Asia.
As his hooves went into the air, he twisted to look back so that the others could see the huge grin on his blunt feline muzzle.
Two rolls and a backward somersault later, with the ground coming up fast, he plucked the parachute from its pack and threw it, grinning as it unfurled and keeping his head tucked low to prevent the shrouds from fouling on his antlers. It spread out as designed, jerking him upwards for a split second as it braked him hard. Brown eyes flicked back and forth in their sockets, looking for his getaway van.
There! To his right stood a white Fjord Ox van with a few furs standing around it, looking up at him. He banked hard, flaring the parachute to dump as much speed as possible before his hooves made contact with the –
Oof! Contact with the ground, even as he started to run, was a jarring experience. His paws and arms were busily gathering up the parachute while his ground crew threw open the back doors of the van. He leaped into the back of the Ox, shouting breathlessly, “Go! Go!” as the doors slammed closed and the van took off.
Panting hard, he swiveled his ears and smiled as he heard sirens in the distance. “Frank!” and he looked ahead at the fox in the front passenger seat.
“Yeah, Kaipo?”
“You okay?”
The cheetah – whitetail deer raised his paws and ran them from the tips of his antlers and down to his hooves. “Witnessing-Gods, Kaipo-son-Arenui, self-same emphasis undamaged, likewise in health,” he said in his native language. Both he and the fox were from the Spontoon Island Independencies, far to the northeast of Malaysia.
And, obviously, thoroughly breaking the local laws by BASE jumping off the building.
“In-health doubtful,” Kaipo growled, “since bereft-sanity-thou.” Switching back to English (nearly all Spontoonies knew at least two languages) the vulpine said, “Better get out of that and into your suit. We’ll be at the airport in about half an hour.”
“No problem,” and Frank unlatched the helmet and moved it clear of his antlers, setting it aside before shouldering out of his parachute harness. One of the ground crew started stuffing the chute into a satchel as the cat / cervine started stripping down to his fur in order to change clothes. Spontoonies had few nudity taboos. “Twelve hundred feet,” he said as he pulled on a pair of cargo pants. “New personal best for me.”
“And more gray hairs for your mother to fuss at you over,” Kaipo helpfully pointed out, shaking his head. Descended from a cheetah femme and a whitetail buck, Franklin Stagg-Baumgartner seemed determined to tweak Death’s nose constantly. His ancestry had made him a natural athlete.
He seemed to want to prove that athleticism at every opportunity. He’d participated in the annual Spontoon Quadrathlon, several triathlons, and surfed professionally. When he heard about BASE jumping, his parents and a Wise One had approached the fox and asked him to keep an eye on the buck.
Frank’s mother wasn’t the only one getting gray hairs.
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2018 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: unique
Linked art by
duraluminwolf (RIP)One of the members of his native support team, a binturong, stepped away from the others and walked over to him. “We just got word.” The man turned, and the bearcat added, “The police have tumbled to us. They’re on the way.” He glanced out at the skyline of Kuala Lumpur, the city spread out in all its splendor and squalor from their vantage point on the roof of the Petronas Tower. He squinted up at the taller man. “You sure you want to do this, Frank?”
The man ran his dirty-blond, tan-spotted paws over his harness. His long and equally spotted feline tail swished as he said, “Yeah, I’m sure, Mohamad. You and the others let the guys down below know. I’m going to need to get out of here quick.” He switched on the camera mounted to his helmet and called out, “Ready?”
Another binturong already had his video recorder running. He nodded.
“Meet you down below,” and there was a grate of cervine hooves on the concrete as the man turned and broke into a sprint toward the jump point. A foot-long red ribbon drifted in the breeze to indicate where the wind was blowing and how hard, and it fluttered as the man went past it and leaped off the top of one of the tallest buildings in Asia.
As his hooves went into the air, he twisted to look back so that the others could see the huge grin on his blunt feline muzzle.
Two rolls and a backward somersault later, with the ground coming up fast, he plucked the parachute from its pack and threw it, grinning as it unfurled and keeping his head tucked low to prevent the shrouds from fouling on his antlers. It spread out as designed, jerking him upwards for a split second as it braked him hard. Brown eyes flicked back and forth in their sockets, looking for his getaway van.
There! To his right stood a white Fjord Ox van with a few furs standing around it, looking up at him. He banked hard, flaring the parachute to dump as much speed as possible before his hooves made contact with the –
Oof! Contact with the ground, even as he started to run, was a jarring experience. His paws and arms were busily gathering up the parachute while his ground crew threw open the back doors of the van. He leaped into the back of the Ox, shouting breathlessly, “Go! Go!” as the doors slammed closed and the van took off.
Panting hard, he swiveled his ears and smiled as he heard sirens in the distance. “Frank!” and he looked ahead at the fox in the front passenger seat.
“Yeah, Kaipo?”
“You okay?”
The cheetah – whitetail deer raised his paws and ran them from the tips of his antlers and down to his hooves. “Witnessing-Gods, Kaipo-son-Arenui, self-same emphasis undamaged, likewise in health,” he said in his native language. Both he and the fox were from the Spontoon Island Independencies, far to the northeast of Malaysia.
And, obviously, thoroughly breaking the local laws by BASE jumping off the building.
“In-health doubtful,” Kaipo growled, “since bereft-sanity-thou.” Switching back to English (nearly all Spontoonies knew at least two languages) the vulpine said, “Better get out of that and into your suit. We’ll be at the airport in about half an hour.”
“No problem,” and Frank unlatched the helmet and moved it clear of his antlers, setting it aside before shouldering out of his parachute harness. One of the ground crew started stuffing the chute into a satchel as the cat / cervine started stripping down to his fur in order to change clothes. Spontoonies had few nudity taboos. “Twelve hundred feet,” he said as he pulled on a pair of cargo pants. “New personal best for me.”
“And more gray hairs for your mother to fuss at you over,” Kaipo helpfully pointed out, shaking his head. Descended from a cheetah femme and a whitetail buck, Franklin Stagg-Baumgartner seemed determined to tweak Death’s nose constantly. His ancestry had made him a natural athlete.
He seemed to want to prove that athleticism at every opportunity. He’d participated in the annual Spontoon Quadrathlon, several triathlons, and surfed professionally. When he heard about BASE jumping, his parents and a Wise One had approached the fox and asked him to keep an eye on the buck.
Frank’s mother wasn’t the only one getting gray hairs.
end
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Yes, the great-grandson. According to his backstory, he chose to delay entry into law school (sort of traditional in the family) in order to put his natural athleticism to some use. He surfs professionally and has participated in a few triathlons. In the 2010 Spontoon Quadrathlon, he came in ninth after having a poor finish in both the bicycle and lawn croquet.
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