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A Thursday Prompt story
© by Walter Reimer
Prompt: guard
“Good morning, Captain,” the gray tabby feline said as the wolfess walked into the Royal Guard’s command center. The tabby gestured at the bank of monitors that covered the wall facing him. “No activity noted during the night.”
Helen Bach nodded, blowing on her morning coffee before taking a sip. Unlike the tabby, whose sunset gold tunic was draped over the back of a nearby chair, she was fully uniformed. The head of Kervina’s Royal Guard had to be presentable at all times, first because she had to display the proper professionalism, and second because she was expected to brief the King on any threats, and protocol demanded full uniform.
The wolfess’ father and predecessor, Hazyur, had stressed that to her since she was a cub. “Always make a good first impression,” he would say.
She respected her father for his service and his advice.
As she sipped her coffee, her ears swiveled at the muted exchange of radio messages from the sentinels at the gates, the doors, and the roving patrols while her eyes tracked across the wall of screens. The entire Royal District was under constant surveillance, a responsibility shared among the Royal Guard, the Highpoint city police, and the Parliamentary Guard. The security of the Temple of the Holy Union and the sacred grove extending downhill to Lake Rogollon was a joint duty between the city and park police forces.
The heads of the various departments met once a week to coordinate with each other.
It was getting lighter outside as the sun came up, and one of the cameras caught a pair of early-morning joggers. Bach watched them go past the camera position, wondering idly if they were purely innocent, or their morning exercise concealed darker motives.
Paranoia. It was part of the job description.
She raised her mug to her lips, and caught sight of the camera mounted in the corner by the ceiling. Even the Guard control station was monitored.
The wolfess raised her mug to whoever might be watching, took a sip, and headed for her office to prepare for the King’s security briefing.
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© by Walter Reimer
Prompt: guard
“Good morning, Captain,” the gray tabby feline said as the wolfess walked into the Royal Guard’s command center. The tabby gestured at the bank of monitors that covered the wall facing him. “No activity noted during the night.”
Helen Bach nodded, blowing on her morning coffee before taking a sip. Unlike the tabby, whose sunset gold tunic was draped over the back of a nearby chair, she was fully uniformed. The head of Kervina’s Royal Guard had to be presentable at all times, first because she had to display the proper professionalism, and second because she was expected to brief the King on any threats, and protocol demanded full uniform.
The wolfess’ father and predecessor, Hazyur, had stressed that to her since she was a cub. “Always make a good first impression,” he would say.
She respected her father for his service and his advice.
As she sipped her coffee, her ears swiveled at the muted exchange of radio messages from the sentinels at the gates, the doors, and the roving patrols while her eyes tracked across the wall of screens. The entire Royal District was under constant surveillance, a responsibility shared among the Royal Guard, the Highpoint city police, and the Parliamentary Guard. The security of the Temple of the Holy Union and the sacred grove extending downhill to Lake Rogollon was a joint duty between the city and park police forces.
The heads of the various departments met once a week to coordinate with each other.
It was getting lighter outside as the sun came up, and one of the cameras caught a pair of early-morning joggers. Bach watched them go past the camera position, wondering idly if they were purely innocent, or their morning exercise concealed darker motives.
Paranoia. It was part of the job description.
She raised her mug to her lips, and caught sight of the camera mounted in the corner by the ceiling. Even the Guard control station was monitored.
The wolfess raised her mug to whoever might be watching, took a sip, and headed for her office to prepare for the King’s security briefing.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 46.9 kB
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