Banality
#3 of Furtopia Short Story Challenge
The latest story in my short story challenge on the Furtopia forum. Enjoy!
(C) 2017 Warriorfeather Creations
Moongaze was curled up in front of her TV, absentmindedly flipping through the channels. Ugh, nothing's on, as usual...
A flash of a black cape, the crescendo of the violins, the rapid pace of the Spanish guitar and the dramatic pause of a masked hero...the glimpse of such banality made her roll her eyes. And yet...
She stopped channel surfing to watch the telenovela unfold, not wanting to watch but unable to look away.
"They've stolen my father's sword! You must help!" a swooning vixen wept, her flouncy curls and running mascara enough to convey her tragedy.
"Of course, my lady!" cried the masked silver vulpine, his eyes narrowing at the escaping stallions with the sword held in the carriage between them.
The fox whistled sharply, and his stallion, a black destrier, rushed over to him. He leaped on, and galloped after the escaping bandits.
The hero chased the villains for a time, navigating the crowded city streets with ease, eventually winding up in a vast desert. The villains shot at the hero, but they missed, and he clung to the top of the carriage.
"You'll never catch us alive!" the ne'er-do-wells protested.
The stallions whinnied in fright as they were cut loose from the carriage, bolting to the empty desert. The black destrier had somehow kept pace with the carriage, waiting patiently for his master.
The carriage came to a crashing halt, spilling the villains to the dust along with their prize, the missing sword. The masked hero stood over them, _tsk_ing.
"You should have let me drive!"
He snatched the sword, eyeing it in the summer sun. It was a beautiful piece of weaponry, a thin blade that was perfect for him to wield, even though it wasn't made for him.
He swung the sword to them, grinning.
"I think I'll take this back to the governor straight away."
"Not if we can help it!" A nasty fight ensued between the silver vulpine and the two brutish coyotes, involving missed shots and close calls for the fox, but somehow he mounted his stallion, the sword in his paw. He raised it victoriously, his horse rearing and whinnying, his cape fluttering behind him.
"Adios, amigos!" he laughed at them as he sped into town.
The villagers cheered as he dismounted, returning the sword with a flourish to the surprised governor and his teary daughter.
"Thank you, masked stranger!" the vixen placed a kiss on his cheek, and the fox winked, laughing.
_That...was terrible..._Moongaze shook her head, shutting off the TV.
Later that night, she sketched a black destrier in the mask with cape and hat, grinning mischievously...