The Cervus: A Short Story

Regret is the feeling of stepping into a seemingly calm ocean's water- only to be dragged underneath the surface by the under current. It was also, Jace resolved, the feeling of a corset tightening around a not-so-thin body.

She took another deep breath as the cursed item of clothing pulled her insides further inside; if that was even possible at this point. The process felt much like a boa constricting its prey. Though, a boa would have gotten the job done faster; she sighed irritated shifting to her other foot, having been in the same position for fifteen minutes now, her back had begun to ache. Not that that was the worst problem she had. Why anyone would be willing to put on such a horrid article of clothing was beyond her. Corsets were probably the worst trend in human history- and yet they somehow spread through the bipedal high society of West Hisloa, and as they were expected in high society she would have to endure it for this one night. She was the ambassador of the Cervus Folk, after all. …show more content…
Though, unlike the centaurs, the Cervus Folk tended to be peaceful and nomadic. Not having set territories other than the Cervus Royal Court, which only served to be a link to those of the other realms, to theirs. It was not by any means to punish or keep their people in line, but they did keep record of the nomadic clans and keep communication between them stable. The royal court was comprised of the 'Gifted' of the race. Those who were born with the complete body of a human and the only sign of their Cervus heritage being the set of antlers on their head, regardless of the sex. Those born of this anomaly come from two with the 'Gift'. In their recorded history, there was one exception to