Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Cycles Of Penance

Brandomyr fought the waves of dyspepsia and vertigo that washed over him. These were not an intentioned aspect of the Cycles of Penance, merely side effects. This made it no less bothersome to endure.

Endure he knew he must if he were to regain his place within the herd. He did not fault the Grand Stallion for the punishment decreed. Brandomyr knew he deserved far worse.

A brass pole bisected his innards and a shell of lacquered paint encased him. A carousel horse, seriously? Unable to weep, he could only hope the five years until the next transition would pass quickly.

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