Lord Penwick

Lord Penwick runs on through the forest, his horse crippled from the fall.  Behind him, a scream is cut off mid-breath, signalling that his pursuers have overtaken Lord Eddington.  The two of them, and a party of companions had set out into the forest, seeking game and sport.  At the sound of Eddington’s demise, Penwick stumbles, tasting the loam of the forest floor.

The shock of the fall goes all the way up his arm; he groans in pain and rolls onto his side.  From his vantage point on the ground Penwick sees the figure emerge from between two trees, not more than a stone’s throw away.  Tall and powerfully built, the definition of its muscles could have been cut from stone.  Most of all Penwick sees its head, that of a great stag, sitting upon those powerful shoulders.

Lord Penwick scrambles to his feet and runs, pushing deeper into the forest through the undergrowth.  The stag-headed man lifts a curved horn to his lips and blows, a brazen sound to call forth the hunt.

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~ by Electro-mechanical Man on May 6, 2011.

One Response to “Lord Penwick”

  1. Ha! Herne the hunter is one of my favorite myths.

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