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He arrived back home in Eubocris after being away for ten months. As he stepped back into the city, he felt his heart sink even further than it already was. His love, his beautiful exotic flower, Calanthe, had passed away during childbirth. He didn't even feel like a human at this point. Why? Why Hera? Why have you taken my wife from me? The thoughts raced through his head. The news had reached him out on campaign, and he had not handled it well. His captain gave him leave to go home and sort things out in concern with his newborn.
The child in question was a girl, and he was furious. The gods hadn't felt fit to bless him with a son, and still took his wife away from him. As he walked into town, dirty and disheveled from the long journey back home, nothing felt right. The sun was bright and shining, with few clouds in the sky. The sounds of children running throughout the street normally would have brought him fond memories of his youth, but only brought him bitterness. A storm was swirling in his heart, he could feel it, and tried his best to stifle it.
"Daxos!" Someone called out to him, a familiar voice, but he didn't turn to face them. He was on a mission to see his newborn, to see what killed his beautiful wife. A daughter, he groaned quietly to himself. He kept his slow pace towards his sister's, where the child was currently located, when he felt a small hand on his shoulder. His head snapped to the side as he saw his sister, Palmira, with sadness in her eyes, "Daxos, I'm sorry. But I'm sure the Gods had a reason."
"The Gods had a reason to take Calanthe away from me?" The notion brought a vile taste up into his mouth. What had he done to deserve it? He was a devout man, prayed everyday, sacrificed whenever they went on campaign, and this is how they repay him? He shrugged his sister off, "Is the child still with Yekaterina and Akthos?" His sister nodded and tried again to put her hand back on his shoulder again, but he shrugged it off again. "Then I will go see her."
His sister followed behind as Daxos made his way through the streets. Everything felt familiar to him, but off. Everywhere he looked he could see Calanthe standing there, laughing and smiling, and everywhere he saw her, he felt another knife dive deep into his heart. He had not cried once yet. The response to the news was met with much anger. That was all that he was willing to admit to. Deep inside he wanted to cry, he wanted to mourn her for months, years, to swear off love, this child, and life itself. But he knew that his father still needed him.
It wasn't long before he arrived. Akthos was standing outside when he spotted Daxos, he walked up to him, combing his long greasy black hair back with his fingers, "May the Gods bless you and your daughter, I apologize for your loss brother. My heart goes out to you. Calanthe was a sweetheart." Akthos embraced Daxos, wrapping his arms around him. "She will be sorely missed."
"You're damn right." The sourness in his voice was apparent, his anger seething as he clenched his hands. Akthos let go of the embrace. "Bring me to my child. Let me see her with my own eyes." Akthos nodded, and led Daxos through his home. A beautiful home, as Akthos was a pretty successful merchant, with many statues and busts of the gods with altars to each of them. As he passed each of them, he was reminded how the gods did nothing to save his wife, or worse, killed her for some reason. With each step he grew angrier and angrier.
Akthos stopped before a door, "She's currently sleeping, your wife had named her Calista." Daxos nodded, and stepped in the room. A small wooden cradle set against the wall, with a wet nurse currently napping in a chair next to it. She awoke when she saw Daxos, stepped forward to usher him out, when Akthos shook his head, "Her father" he said quietly to her. She nodded and left the room. Daxos stopped in the middle of the room, unable to see the child from this location. But he could hear her breathing. His agony intensified.
He stepped forward, and slowly looked in. Wrapped up in a blanket was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With a small round face and short curly black hair, Daxos began to fill the tears fill up in his eyes. His heart had finally given out. He slumped to the floor, and silently sobbed. The tears poured out like a waterfall, all of his pent up emotion since learning had finally let loose. It was not anger he felt, but anguish. For many minutes he stayed just like that, on the floor in front of the cradle, with tears pouring out of his eyes. Eventually he came to his feet, and placed his hand on Calista's head, "My child... You are..." he couldn't finish the words as he began to cry again. He noticed her stirring and he removed his hand.
Yekaterina had come in while he was crying and wrapped her arms around him. It was a welcome hug. He turned around and embraced her tightly, "She's so beautiful..." Yekaterina mumbled something into his chest, and he let her go, "come... Let's let her sleep." As quietly as he had entered, he left the room. As he left the room, he noticed Palmira once again with sadness in her eyes. She noticed the tears upon his cheeks and immediately embraced him. "I'm sorry for ignoring you sis."
"Don't worry Daxos. I know you feel pain." She left his embrace and motioned to Akthos, who provided a small drinking flask, "Here brother, drink, it will dull the pain some." Daxos took the flask and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol felt good on his throat, anything was better than the ache he had in his heart. He smiled weakly. Akthos then motioned for them to move into the forum. His sisters left as he was left alone with Akthos.
There they sat drinking and chatting about his wife, whom Akthos had introduced him too, and continuously drank for an hour The pain he felt never subsided, but chatting with his brother in law had brought the pain down. But soon, Akthos had to leave to inspect a shipment, and left Daxos alone with a pitcher of wine. In the next thirty minutes, he finished it. There he sat, letting the agony rise once again, before he got up and left the home without telling anyone. It was evening now, the sun starting to lower down, as he strode out into the street, stumbling around drunk.
Many started to call out to him, but seeing him in his current state, just let him pass on by. He wandered around the streets of Eubocris muttering to himself. "Fuck the gods. How could they let her die? What did she do? What did I do? I can't raise a child alone. She needs her mother." Eventually he stumbled into some steps and fell over. Instead of getting up, he closed his eyes on the steps and quietly cried again.
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He arrived back home in Eubocris after being away for ten months. As he stepped back into the city, he felt his heart sink even further than it already was. His love, his beautiful exotic flower, Calanthe, had passed away during childbirth. He didn't even feel like a human at this point. Why? Why Hera? Why have you taken my wife from me? The thoughts raced through his head. The news had reached him out on campaign, and he had not handled it well. His captain gave him leave to go home and sort things out in concern with his newborn.
The child in question was a girl, and he was furious. The gods hadn't felt fit to bless him with a son, and still took his wife away from him. As he walked into town, dirty and disheveled from the long journey back home, nothing felt right. The sun was bright and shining, with few clouds in the sky. The sounds of children running throughout the street normally would have brought him fond memories of his youth, but only brought him bitterness. A storm was swirling in his heart, he could feel it, and tried his best to stifle it.
"Daxos!" Someone called out to him, a familiar voice, but he didn't turn to face them. He was on a mission to see his newborn, to see what killed his beautiful wife. A daughter, he groaned quietly to himself. He kept his slow pace towards his sister's, where the child was currently located, when he felt a small hand on his shoulder. His head snapped to the side as he saw his sister, Palmira, with sadness in her eyes, "Daxos, I'm sorry. But I'm sure the Gods had a reason."
"The Gods had a reason to take Calanthe away from me?" The notion brought a vile taste up into his mouth. What had he done to deserve it? He was a devout man, prayed everyday, sacrificed whenever they went on campaign, and this is how they repay him? He shrugged his sister off, "Is the child still with Yekaterina and Akthos?" His sister nodded and tried again to put her hand back on his shoulder again, but he shrugged it off again. "Then I will go see her."
His sister followed behind as Daxos made his way through the streets. Everything felt familiar to him, but off. Everywhere he looked he could see Calanthe standing there, laughing and smiling, and everywhere he saw her, he felt another knife dive deep into his heart. He had not cried once yet. The response to the news was met with much anger. That was all that he was willing to admit to. Deep inside he wanted to cry, he wanted to mourn her for months, years, to swear off love, this child, and life itself. But he knew that his father still needed him.
It wasn't long before he arrived. Akthos was standing outside when he spotted Daxos, he walked up to him, combing his long greasy black hair back with his fingers, "May the Gods bless you and your daughter, I apologize for your loss brother. My heart goes out to you. Calanthe was a sweetheart." Akthos embraced Daxos, wrapping his arms around him. "She will be sorely missed."
"You're damn right." The sourness in his voice was apparent, his anger seething as he clenched his hands. Akthos let go of the embrace. "Bring me to my child. Let me see her with my own eyes." Akthos nodded, and led Daxos through his home. A beautiful home, as Akthos was a pretty successful merchant, with many statues and busts of the gods with altars to each of them. As he passed each of them, he was reminded how the gods did nothing to save his wife, or worse, killed her for some reason. With each step he grew angrier and angrier.
Akthos stopped before a door, "She's currently sleeping, your wife had named her Calista." Daxos nodded, and stepped in the room. A small wooden cradle set against the wall, with a wet nurse currently napping in a chair next to it. She awoke when she saw Daxos, stepped forward to usher him out, when Akthos shook his head, "Her father" he said quietly to her. She nodded and left the room. Daxos stopped in the middle of the room, unable to see the child from this location. But he could hear her breathing. His agony intensified.
He stepped forward, and slowly looked in. Wrapped up in a blanket was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With a small round face and short curly black hair, Daxos began to fill the tears fill up in his eyes. His heart had finally given out. He slumped to the floor, and silently sobbed. The tears poured out like a waterfall, all of his pent up emotion since learning had finally let loose. It was not anger he felt, but anguish. For many minutes he stayed just like that, on the floor in front of the cradle, with tears pouring out of his eyes. Eventually he came to his feet, and placed his hand on Calista's head, "My child... You are..." he couldn't finish the words as he began to cry again. He noticed her stirring and he removed his hand.
Yekaterina had come in while he was crying and wrapped her arms around him. It was a welcome hug. He turned around and embraced her tightly, "She's so beautiful..." Yekaterina mumbled something into his chest, and he let her go, "come... Let's let her sleep." As quietly as he had entered, he left the room. As he left the room, he noticed Palmira once again with sadness in her eyes. She noticed the tears upon his cheeks and immediately embraced him. "I'm sorry for ignoring you sis."
"Don't worry Daxos. I know you feel pain." She left his embrace and motioned to Akthos, who provided a small drinking flask, "Here brother, drink, it will dull the pain some." Daxos took the flask and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol felt good on his throat, anything was better than the ache he had in his heart. He smiled weakly. Akthos then motioned for them to move into the forum. His sisters left as he was left alone with Akthos.
There they sat drinking and chatting about his wife, whom Akthos had introduced him too, and continuously drank for an hour The pain he felt never subsided, but chatting with his brother in law had brought the pain down. But soon, Akthos had to leave to inspect a shipment, and left Daxos alone with a pitcher of wine. In the next thirty minutes, he finished it. There he sat, letting the agony rise once again, before he got up and left the home without telling anyone. It was evening now, the sun starting to lower down, as he strode out into the street, stumbling around drunk.
Many started to call out to him, but seeing him in his current state, just let him pass on by. He wandered around the streets of Eubocris muttering to himself. "Fuck the gods. How could they let her die? What did she do? What did I do? I can't raise a child alone. She needs her mother." Eventually he stumbled into some steps and fell over. Instead of getting up, he closed his eyes on the steps and quietly cried again.
He arrived back home in Eubocris after being away for ten months. As he stepped back into the city, he felt his heart sink even further than it already was. His love, his beautiful exotic flower, Calanthe, had passed away during childbirth. He didn't even feel like a human at this point. Why? Why Hera? Why have you taken my wife from me? The thoughts raced through his head. The news had reached him out on campaign, and he had not handled it well. His captain gave him leave to go home and sort things out in concern with his newborn.
The child in question was a girl, and he was furious. The gods hadn't felt fit to bless him with a son, and still took his wife away from him. As he walked into town, dirty and disheveled from the long journey back home, nothing felt right. The sun was bright and shining, with few clouds in the sky. The sounds of children running throughout the street normally would have brought him fond memories of his youth, but only brought him bitterness. A storm was swirling in his heart, he could feel it, and tried his best to stifle it.
"Daxos!" Someone called out to him, a familiar voice, but he didn't turn to face them. He was on a mission to see his newborn, to see what killed his beautiful wife. A daughter, he groaned quietly to himself. He kept his slow pace towards his sister's, where the child was currently located, when he felt a small hand on his shoulder. His head snapped to the side as he saw his sister, Palmira, with sadness in her eyes, "Daxos, I'm sorry. But I'm sure the Gods had a reason."
"The Gods had a reason to take Calanthe away from me?" The notion brought a vile taste up into his mouth. What had he done to deserve it? He was a devout man, prayed everyday, sacrificed whenever they went on campaign, and this is how they repay him? He shrugged his sister off, "Is the child still with Yekaterina and Akthos?" His sister nodded and tried again to put her hand back on his shoulder again, but he shrugged it off again. "Then I will go see her."
His sister followed behind as Daxos made his way through the streets. Everything felt familiar to him, but off. Everywhere he looked he could see Calanthe standing there, laughing and smiling, and everywhere he saw her, he felt another knife dive deep into his heart. He had not cried once yet. The response to the news was met with much anger. That was all that he was willing to admit to. Deep inside he wanted to cry, he wanted to mourn her for months, years, to swear off love, this child, and life itself. But he knew that his father still needed him.
It wasn't long before he arrived. Akthos was standing outside when he spotted Daxos, he walked up to him, combing his long greasy black hair back with his fingers, "May the Gods bless you and your daughter, I apologize for your loss brother. My heart goes out to you. Calanthe was a sweetheart." Akthos embraced Daxos, wrapping his arms around him. "She will be sorely missed."
"You're damn right." The sourness in his voice was apparent, his anger seething as he clenched his hands. Akthos let go of the embrace. "Bring me to my child. Let me see her with my own eyes." Akthos nodded, and led Daxos through his home. A beautiful home, as Akthos was a pretty successful merchant, with many statues and busts of the gods with altars to each of them. As he passed each of them, he was reminded how the gods did nothing to save his wife, or worse, killed her for some reason. With each step he grew angrier and angrier.
Akthos stopped before a door, "She's currently sleeping, your wife had named her Calista." Daxos nodded, and stepped in the room. A small wooden cradle set against the wall, with a wet nurse currently napping in a chair next to it. She awoke when she saw Daxos, stepped forward to usher him out, when Akthos shook his head, "Her father" he said quietly to her. She nodded and left the room. Daxos stopped in the middle of the room, unable to see the child from this location. But he could hear her breathing. His agony intensified.
He stepped forward, and slowly looked in. Wrapped up in a blanket was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With a small round face and short curly black hair, Daxos began to fill the tears fill up in his eyes. His heart had finally given out. He slumped to the floor, and silently sobbed. The tears poured out like a waterfall, all of his pent up emotion since learning had finally let loose. It was not anger he felt, but anguish. For many minutes he stayed just like that, on the floor in front of the cradle, with tears pouring out of his eyes. Eventually he came to his feet, and placed his hand on Calista's head, "My child... You are..." he couldn't finish the words as he began to cry again. He noticed her stirring and he removed his hand.
Yekaterina had come in while he was crying and wrapped her arms around him. It was a welcome hug. He turned around and embraced her tightly, "She's so beautiful..." Yekaterina mumbled something into his chest, and he let her go, "come... Let's let her sleep." As quietly as he had entered, he left the room. As he left the room, he noticed Palmira once again with sadness in her eyes. She noticed the tears upon his cheeks and immediately embraced him. "I'm sorry for ignoring you sis."
"Don't worry Daxos. I know you feel pain." She left his embrace and motioned to Akthos, who provided a small drinking flask, "Here brother, drink, it will dull the pain some." Daxos took the flask and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol felt good on his throat, anything was better than the ache he had in his heart. He smiled weakly. Akthos then motioned for them to move into the forum. His sisters left as he was left alone with Akthos.
There they sat drinking and chatting about his wife, whom Akthos had introduced him too, and continuously drank for an hour The pain he felt never subsided, but chatting with his brother in law had brought the pain down. But soon, Akthos had to leave to inspect a shipment, and left Daxos alone with a pitcher of wine. In the next thirty minutes, he finished it. There he sat, letting the agony rise once again, before he got up and left the home without telling anyone. It was evening now, the sun starting to lower down, as he strode out into the street, stumbling around drunk.
Many started to call out to him, but seeing him in his current state, just let him pass on by. He wandered around the streets of Eubocris muttering to himself. "Fuck the gods. How could they let her die? What did she do? What did I do? I can't raise a child alone. She needs her mother." Eventually he stumbled into some steps and fell over. Instead of getting up, he closed his eyes on the steps and quietly cried again.
Aedea breathed in, deeply, hidden in the bushes near a lake. Her blue eyes were fixated upon the ducks floating idyllically on the surface of the water, while her bow was drawn back, and the deadly arrow pointed at them. She held her breath, until she was sure she could hit… and let loose. The arrow flew with a deadly whistle until it hit the animal, killing it, and making the rest of the waterfowl to fly away in panic. She didn’t waste any time, and pointed her bow towards the sky. Another arrow flew, and then another, and another one after that, and that was until one arrow missed, because it couldn’t reach far enough. Even then, she was satisfied by the result.
Her dogs were already out, looking for the game, so she just waited. He saw one of them, Baklava, swimming on the lake and grabbing the dead duck in her maw, and bringing it to her master. Aedea smiled at her and rewarded her with a scratch behind her ear and words of encouragement. After that, she went to look for another one. It was the same for the rest of the dogs that returned with more preys, each with one arrow sticking to them… even one of them, Limnio, came back with a rabbit, having hunting it on his own. She let out an approval growl and rewarded him with the leg of the rabbit, which she cut off with her hunting knife.
After that, she prayed. She prayed to Artemis in her odd idiolect, thanking her for the fruitful hunt, and for her grace. When she was done, she wiped the blood on her once white tunic – now from any other color other than white, since it was covered in dirt, old blood and more – and tied the game together. She slung them on her back and made her merry way towards the temple, followed close behind by her pack of hounds.
That was what she did best. She was a Huntress of Artemis, and thus that was her gift. It was by her grace that she came out from the wilds unscathed, having survived thanks to the bond she made with the goddess’ sacred animals. She gave a good service to the temple, as well. The meat of the ducks and rabbit will serve them as sustenance, and the feathers and fur could be sold or used. She was honestly eager to eat the product of her hunt.
She didn’t ignore the strange looks she received when she walked. Everything about her was strange, but she limited herself to snarl and bare her teeth to people that approached too much. And thus she made her way to the temple, where she was stopped by someone on the steps…
She looked at him with curiosity, thinking of him dead. She approached him, and alongside her dogs, crouching towards him and she sniffed him. She smelled alcohol on him, and was relieved to see he was not, in fact, dead. Out of instinct, he licked his face, and one of her dogs followed the example. She then said, “Are okay?”
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Aedea breathed in, deeply, hidden in the bushes near a lake. Her blue eyes were fixated upon the ducks floating idyllically on the surface of the water, while her bow was drawn back, and the deadly arrow pointed at them. She held her breath, until she was sure she could hit… and let loose. The arrow flew with a deadly whistle until it hit the animal, killing it, and making the rest of the waterfowl to fly away in panic. She didn’t waste any time, and pointed her bow towards the sky. Another arrow flew, and then another, and another one after that, and that was until one arrow missed, because it couldn’t reach far enough. Even then, she was satisfied by the result.
Her dogs were already out, looking for the game, so she just waited. He saw one of them, Baklava, swimming on the lake and grabbing the dead duck in her maw, and bringing it to her master. Aedea smiled at her and rewarded her with a scratch behind her ear and words of encouragement. After that, she went to look for another one. It was the same for the rest of the dogs that returned with more preys, each with one arrow sticking to them… even one of them, Limnio, came back with a rabbit, having hunting it on his own. She let out an approval growl and rewarded him with the leg of the rabbit, which she cut off with her hunting knife.
After that, she prayed. She prayed to Artemis in her odd idiolect, thanking her for the fruitful hunt, and for her grace. When she was done, she wiped the blood on her once white tunic – now from any other color other than white, since it was covered in dirt, old blood and more – and tied the game together. She slung them on her back and made her merry way towards the temple, followed close behind by her pack of hounds.
That was what she did best. She was a Huntress of Artemis, and thus that was her gift. It was by her grace that she came out from the wilds unscathed, having survived thanks to the bond she made with the goddess’ sacred animals. She gave a good service to the temple, as well. The meat of the ducks and rabbit will serve them as sustenance, and the feathers and fur could be sold or used. She was honestly eager to eat the product of her hunt.
She didn’t ignore the strange looks she received when she walked. Everything about her was strange, but she limited herself to snarl and bare her teeth to people that approached too much. And thus she made her way to the temple, where she was stopped by someone on the steps…
She looked at him with curiosity, thinking of him dead. She approached him, and alongside her dogs, crouching towards him and she sniffed him. She smelled alcohol on him, and was relieved to see he was not, in fact, dead. Out of instinct, he licked his face, and one of her dogs followed the example. She then said, “Are okay?”
Aedea breathed in, deeply, hidden in the bushes near a lake. Her blue eyes were fixated upon the ducks floating idyllically on the surface of the water, while her bow was drawn back, and the deadly arrow pointed at them. She held her breath, until she was sure she could hit… and let loose. The arrow flew with a deadly whistle until it hit the animal, killing it, and making the rest of the waterfowl to fly away in panic. She didn’t waste any time, and pointed her bow towards the sky. Another arrow flew, and then another, and another one after that, and that was until one arrow missed, because it couldn’t reach far enough. Even then, she was satisfied by the result.
Her dogs were already out, looking for the game, so she just waited. He saw one of them, Baklava, swimming on the lake and grabbing the dead duck in her maw, and bringing it to her master. Aedea smiled at her and rewarded her with a scratch behind her ear and words of encouragement. After that, she went to look for another one. It was the same for the rest of the dogs that returned with more preys, each with one arrow sticking to them… even one of them, Limnio, came back with a rabbit, having hunting it on his own. She let out an approval growl and rewarded him with the leg of the rabbit, which she cut off with her hunting knife.
After that, she prayed. She prayed to Artemis in her odd idiolect, thanking her for the fruitful hunt, and for her grace. When she was done, she wiped the blood on her once white tunic – now from any other color other than white, since it was covered in dirt, old blood and more – and tied the game together. She slung them on her back and made her merry way towards the temple, followed close behind by her pack of hounds.
That was what she did best. She was a Huntress of Artemis, and thus that was her gift. It was by her grace that she came out from the wilds unscathed, having survived thanks to the bond she made with the goddess’ sacred animals. She gave a good service to the temple, as well. The meat of the ducks and rabbit will serve them as sustenance, and the feathers and fur could be sold or used. She was honestly eager to eat the product of her hunt.
She didn’t ignore the strange looks she received when she walked. Everything about her was strange, but she limited herself to snarl and bare her teeth to people that approached too much. And thus she made her way to the temple, where she was stopped by someone on the steps…
She looked at him with curiosity, thinking of him dead. She approached him, and alongside her dogs, crouching towards him and she sniffed him. She smelled alcohol on him, and was relieved to see he was not, in fact, dead. Out of instinct, he licked his face, and one of her dogs followed the example. She then said, “Are okay?”
All he could see was Calanthe's face in his mind. As he lay semi-conscious on the steps, thoughts flew through his head, How can I raise her? How can I be the father she needs? Do I need to find a new wife to be her mother? This train of thought only led him further and further down a whole of agony. He could feel a deep ache in his heart, his mind racing from trying to be the best father, to being unworthy of such a beautiful young girl. He could hear others pass by him as he laid there with his eyes closed, making unkind remarks about the obviously drunk man passed out on the steps of... Where exactly? He didn't know exactly.
Daxos was drifiting in and out of consciousness when he felt something wet touch his face. Confused, he stuck his tongue out and felt another tongue touch his. Calanthe... He started to passionately try and kiss this tongue when he heard the voice. Immediately he jumped up, his brown eyes wildly looked around and to his shock he noticed that it was a dog that was licking him. Immediately he began to spit, "Egh, tha wus grossss." He took the sleeve of his tunic and began to wipe his mouth. His head was constantly swimming and pounding in a similar fashion as to the marches he knew from the campaigns.
He then turned to look at the sound of the voice. The first thing he noticed from her was the hair. It was not normal. A firey red head, from up north. Then he noticed her deep blue eyes. He felt a tension from down below, immediately followed by shame and another wave of sadness. He held out his hand to the dog in which he had tongue, and if she allowed it, would try to scratch behind the dog's ears. "Pretty dogsh." He then noticed that the woman, with a bow and fresh game. A hunter.
He tried to stand up, stumbling to his feet, only to fall back onto the steps, "Dosh it look like em okay?" He could notice he was slurring his words. "Em perfffectly fine of coursh. Never better. Besht I've felt en sinsh stepping back into Eubocrish. Hck!" He hiccuped and felt his stomach churn. He looked up at the beautiful strange woman, "Who are you? What kind of foods you gotsh there?" He tried to focus on her face, but his sight kept spinning.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a couple walking in the street with their child, and the darkness in which he had been feeling earlier enveloped him, "No. Em not okay. Why the fucsh did the gods take my flower away from me?" His eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on that couple, his face growing darker as his eyebrows crunched together in anger, "Fucsh. Sorry." He turned and looked back up at the redheaded huntress, "Whosh you be? Where yoush come from? Strange woman. Yesh yesh yesh." He leaned back on the hard steps and closed his eyes, begging for the swirling to stop.
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All he could see was Calanthe's face in his mind. As he lay semi-conscious on the steps, thoughts flew through his head, How can I raise her? How can I be the father she needs? Do I need to find a new wife to be her mother? This train of thought only led him further and further down a whole of agony. He could feel a deep ache in his heart, his mind racing from trying to be the best father, to being unworthy of such a beautiful young girl. He could hear others pass by him as he laid there with his eyes closed, making unkind remarks about the obviously drunk man passed out on the steps of... Where exactly? He didn't know exactly.
Daxos was drifiting in and out of consciousness when he felt something wet touch his face. Confused, he stuck his tongue out and felt another tongue touch his. Calanthe... He started to passionately try and kiss this tongue when he heard the voice. Immediately he jumped up, his brown eyes wildly looked around and to his shock he noticed that it was a dog that was licking him. Immediately he began to spit, "Egh, tha wus grossss." He took the sleeve of his tunic and began to wipe his mouth. His head was constantly swimming and pounding in a similar fashion as to the marches he knew from the campaigns.
He then turned to look at the sound of the voice. The first thing he noticed from her was the hair. It was not normal. A firey red head, from up north. Then he noticed her deep blue eyes. He felt a tension from down below, immediately followed by shame and another wave of sadness. He held out his hand to the dog in which he had tongue, and if she allowed it, would try to scratch behind the dog's ears. "Pretty dogsh." He then noticed that the woman, with a bow and fresh game. A hunter.
He tried to stand up, stumbling to his feet, only to fall back onto the steps, "Dosh it look like em okay?" He could notice he was slurring his words. "Em perfffectly fine of coursh. Never better. Besht I've felt en sinsh stepping back into Eubocrish. Hck!" He hiccuped and felt his stomach churn. He looked up at the beautiful strange woman, "Who are you? What kind of foods you gotsh there?" He tried to focus on her face, but his sight kept spinning.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a couple walking in the street with their child, and the darkness in which he had been feeling earlier enveloped him, "No. Em not okay. Why the fucsh did the gods take my flower away from me?" His eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on that couple, his face growing darker as his eyebrows crunched together in anger, "Fucsh. Sorry." He turned and looked back up at the redheaded huntress, "Whosh you be? Where yoush come from? Strange woman. Yesh yesh yesh." He leaned back on the hard steps and closed his eyes, begging for the swirling to stop.
All he could see was Calanthe's face in his mind. As he lay semi-conscious on the steps, thoughts flew through his head, How can I raise her? How can I be the father she needs? Do I need to find a new wife to be her mother? This train of thought only led him further and further down a whole of agony. He could feel a deep ache in his heart, his mind racing from trying to be the best father, to being unworthy of such a beautiful young girl. He could hear others pass by him as he laid there with his eyes closed, making unkind remarks about the obviously drunk man passed out on the steps of... Where exactly? He didn't know exactly.
Daxos was drifiting in and out of consciousness when he felt something wet touch his face. Confused, he stuck his tongue out and felt another tongue touch his. Calanthe... He started to passionately try and kiss this tongue when he heard the voice. Immediately he jumped up, his brown eyes wildly looked around and to his shock he noticed that it was a dog that was licking him. Immediately he began to spit, "Egh, tha wus grossss." He took the sleeve of his tunic and began to wipe his mouth. His head was constantly swimming and pounding in a similar fashion as to the marches he knew from the campaigns.
He then turned to look at the sound of the voice. The first thing he noticed from her was the hair. It was not normal. A firey red head, from up north. Then he noticed her deep blue eyes. He felt a tension from down below, immediately followed by shame and another wave of sadness. He held out his hand to the dog in which he had tongue, and if she allowed it, would try to scratch behind the dog's ears. "Pretty dogsh." He then noticed that the woman, with a bow and fresh game. A hunter.
He tried to stand up, stumbling to his feet, only to fall back onto the steps, "Dosh it look like em okay?" He could notice he was slurring his words. "Em perfffectly fine of coursh. Never better. Besht I've felt en sinsh stepping back into Eubocrish. Hck!" He hiccuped and felt his stomach churn. He looked up at the beautiful strange woman, "Who are you? What kind of foods you gotsh there?" He tried to focus on her face, but his sight kept spinning.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a couple walking in the street with their child, and the darkness in which he had been feeling earlier enveloped him, "No. Em not okay. Why the fucsh did the gods take my flower away from me?" His eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on that couple, his face growing darker as his eyebrows crunched together in anger, "Fucsh. Sorry." He turned and looked back up at the redheaded huntress, "Whosh you be? Where yoush come from? Strange woman. Yesh yesh yesh." He leaned back on the hard steps and closed his eyes, begging for the swirling to stop.
Aedea watched, rather amused, how the man tongue kissed her dog, who licked him back gladly, only to realize his mistake and sputter. She didn’t see the reason why, though; she got licked in the mouth by them all the time and she was fine. The dog seemed rather pleased to get scratched behind the head, and then, she realized the man couldn’t be bad. Her gut told her as much.
If his scent of wine wasn’t enough to make the Huntress know the man was drunk, his speech surely did. She couldn’t say she blamed him, though… one of the best things civilization had to offer was alcoholic drinks. If she ever achieved her secret dream of leaving and going back into the wilds, that would be the one thing she would miss the most. That and salt for the food.
“No” she said bluntly, “No okay. No fine. Look bad”, one of the things Aedea didn’t quite grasp was sarcasm. She felt the need to inspect the man, so she crouched, leaned, and got closer. Perhaps too close. Another thing she didn’t quite grasp was personal space. “Ducks. Hare. For stew”, it was somewhat strange that he would suddenly ask for the game she hunted. She showed it to him – it was fresh, and the animals already bleed all over her clothes.
Ahh, he finally spoke the true, admitting he was not alright. There was something that, again, she didn’t understand, “Flowers? Gods give flowers”, she saw a lot of flowers in the forest on the way to the temple, and on gardens as wel, “Me? Aedea. From forest”, the dirt on her tunic made it evident, “Wait”, she made a gesture to the man for him to wait, and she left the hunt on the steps before darting away, leaving the dogs who wagged their tales to the stranger.
Few minutes after, she came back as quickly as she appeared, carrying a handful of aromatic flowers of several colors. She made sure that the owners of the gardens where she took them from didn’t notice her, “See? Flowers!”, she said rather enthusiastically.
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Aedea watched, rather amused, how the man tongue kissed her dog, who licked him back gladly, only to realize his mistake and sputter. She didn’t see the reason why, though; she got licked in the mouth by them all the time and she was fine. The dog seemed rather pleased to get scratched behind the head, and then, she realized the man couldn’t be bad. Her gut told her as much.
If his scent of wine wasn’t enough to make the Huntress know the man was drunk, his speech surely did. She couldn’t say she blamed him, though… one of the best things civilization had to offer was alcoholic drinks. If she ever achieved her secret dream of leaving and going back into the wilds, that would be the one thing she would miss the most. That and salt for the food.
“No” she said bluntly, “No okay. No fine. Look bad”, one of the things Aedea didn’t quite grasp was sarcasm. She felt the need to inspect the man, so she crouched, leaned, and got closer. Perhaps too close. Another thing she didn’t quite grasp was personal space. “Ducks. Hare. For stew”, it was somewhat strange that he would suddenly ask for the game she hunted. She showed it to him – it was fresh, and the animals already bleed all over her clothes.
Ahh, he finally spoke the true, admitting he was not alright. There was something that, again, she didn’t understand, “Flowers? Gods give flowers”, she saw a lot of flowers in the forest on the way to the temple, and on gardens as wel, “Me? Aedea. From forest”, the dirt on her tunic made it evident, “Wait”, she made a gesture to the man for him to wait, and she left the hunt on the steps before darting away, leaving the dogs who wagged their tales to the stranger.
Few minutes after, she came back as quickly as she appeared, carrying a handful of aromatic flowers of several colors. She made sure that the owners of the gardens where she took them from didn’t notice her, “See? Flowers!”, she said rather enthusiastically.
Aedea watched, rather amused, how the man tongue kissed her dog, who licked him back gladly, only to realize his mistake and sputter. She didn’t see the reason why, though; she got licked in the mouth by them all the time and she was fine. The dog seemed rather pleased to get scratched behind the head, and then, she realized the man couldn’t be bad. Her gut told her as much.
If his scent of wine wasn’t enough to make the Huntress know the man was drunk, his speech surely did. She couldn’t say she blamed him, though… one of the best things civilization had to offer was alcoholic drinks. If she ever achieved her secret dream of leaving and going back into the wilds, that would be the one thing she would miss the most. That and salt for the food.
“No” she said bluntly, “No okay. No fine. Look bad”, one of the things Aedea didn’t quite grasp was sarcasm. She felt the need to inspect the man, so she crouched, leaned, and got closer. Perhaps too close. Another thing she didn’t quite grasp was personal space. “Ducks. Hare. For stew”, it was somewhat strange that he would suddenly ask for the game she hunted. She showed it to him – it was fresh, and the animals already bleed all over her clothes.
Ahh, he finally spoke the true, admitting he was not alright. There was something that, again, she didn’t understand, “Flowers? Gods give flowers”, she saw a lot of flowers in the forest on the way to the temple, and on gardens as wel, “Me? Aedea. From forest”, the dirt on her tunic made it evident, “Wait”, she made a gesture to the man for him to wait, and she left the hunt on the steps before darting away, leaving the dogs who wagged their tales to the stranger.
Few minutes after, she came back as quickly as she appeared, carrying a handful of aromatic flowers of several colors. She made sure that the owners of the gardens where she took them from didn’t notice her, “See? Flowers!”, she said rather enthusiastically.
He could tell she was entertained by his drunkeness and it irritated him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, but could focus on her. Eventually he stopped narrowing his eyes and groaned softly. He couldn't really understand her, the sounds she made were normal, but the way in which they were ordered threw him off. It took a moment for him to understand what she was saying, and when it finally clicked she was in his face, "You likesh what you sheee? Em quite the handsome mane." He smiled awkwardly as she was close.
She swung around the food to show him and immediately, and audibly, his stomach started to growl. It dawned on him that he had nothing in his stomach except for wine, wine, and even more wine. "Those pieshes of meat look so delschious. Good clean killsh. Very good there. Skilled pretty hunter." He lowered his head back on the to the steps and the spinning started once again.
"The godsh give flower. The godsh take flower. Why? Why did theys take my flowers. Bastardsh." He heard her leave and he opened his eyes and noticed the dogs staring at him. He rocked himself up off the steps and plopped down in front of them. He started to scratch both of them behind the ears, then their lower backs, under their chin, "Yoush a pretty doggies. Yesh you are. Yesh you are."
As the strange woman, who he believed she said was Addea, come into sight with with flowers in her hand. His stomach fell to the floor as he saw the flowers, they were Calanthe's favorite flowers. He swipped at her hands, obviously unable to reach her from his lowered position, "No flowersh. My flowersh. My life. My joy. My love. My wife..." He had started out loudly and by the time he mentioned his wife, his voice was almost a whisper. He felt the tears start to well up in his eyes once again. "Fuchs the godsh. Fuchs all of them. From Hera to Nemesish. Fuchs em all." He punched the ground beneath him hard, cutting open his hand lightly.
He looked up at the woman again, "Sorry sorry sorry. Whys you hear? Addy fromsh the tressh. Strange woman from shtrange trees. You have pretty doggiesh." He went to scratch one of the dogs heads again when he noticed his hand bleeding, "Sumbitsh." He looked up at the redhead, "Could yoush possibly have a wrap?" He raised his hand showing her the bleeding.
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He could tell she was entertained by his drunkeness and it irritated him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, but could focus on her. Eventually he stopped narrowing his eyes and groaned softly. He couldn't really understand her, the sounds she made were normal, but the way in which they were ordered threw him off. It took a moment for him to understand what she was saying, and when it finally clicked she was in his face, "You likesh what you sheee? Em quite the handsome mane." He smiled awkwardly as she was close.
She swung around the food to show him and immediately, and audibly, his stomach started to growl. It dawned on him that he had nothing in his stomach except for wine, wine, and even more wine. "Those pieshes of meat look so delschious. Good clean killsh. Very good there. Skilled pretty hunter." He lowered his head back on the to the steps and the spinning started once again.
"The godsh give flower. The godsh take flower. Why? Why did theys take my flowers. Bastardsh." He heard her leave and he opened his eyes and noticed the dogs staring at him. He rocked himself up off the steps and plopped down in front of them. He started to scratch both of them behind the ears, then their lower backs, under their chin, "Yoush a pretty doggies. Yesh you are. Yesh you are."
As the strange woman, who he believed she said was Addea, come into sight with with flowers in her hand. His stomach fell to the floor as he saw the flowers, they were Calanthe's favorite flowers. He swipped at her hands, obviously unable to reach her from his lowered position, "No flowersh. My flowersh. My life. My joy. My love. My wife..." He had started out loudly and by the time he mentioned his wife, his voice was almost a whisper. He felt the tears start to well up in his eyes once again. "Fuchs the godsh. Fuchs all of them. From Hera to Nemesish. Fuchs em all." He punched the ground beneath him hard, cutting open his hand lightly.
He looked up at the woman again, "Sorry sorry sorry. Whys you hear? Addy fromsh the tressh. Strange woman from shtrange trees. You have pretty doggiesh." He went to scratch one of the dogs heads again when he noticed his hand bleeding, "Sumbitsh." He looked up at the redhead, "Could yoush possibly have a wrap?" He raised his hand showing her the bleeding.
He could tell she was entertained by his drunkeness and it irritated him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, but could focus on her. Eventually he stopped narrowing his eyes and groaned softly. He couldn't really understand her, the sounds she made were normal, but the way in which they were ordered threw him off. It took a moment for him to understand what she was saying, and when it finally clicked she was in his face, "You likesh what you sheee? Em quite the handsome mane." He smiled awkwardly as she was close.
She swung around the food to show him and immediately, and audibly, his stomach started to growl. It dawned on him that he had nothing in his stomach except for wine, wine, and even more wine. "Those pieshes of meat look so delschious. Good clean killsh. Very good there. Skilled pretty hunter." He lowered his head back on the to the steps and the spinning started once again.
"The godsh give flower. The godsh take flower. Why? Why did theys take my flowers. Bastardsh." He heard her leave and he opened his eyes and noticed the dogs staring at him. He rocked himself up off the steps and plopped down in front of them. He started to scratch both of them behind the ears, then their lower backs, under their chin, "Yoush a pretty doggies. Yesh you are. Yesh you are."
As the strange woman, who he believed she said was Addea, come into sight with with flowers in her hand. His stomach fell to the floor as he saw the flowers, they were Calanthe's favorite flowers. He swipped at her hands, obviously unable to reach her from his lowered position, "No flowersh. My flowersh. My life. My joy. My love. My wife..." He had started out loudly and by the time he mentioned his wife, his voice was almost a whisper. He felt the tears start to well up in his eyes once again. "Fuchs the godsh. Fuchs all of them. From Hera to Nemesish. Fuchs em all." He punched the ground beneath him hard, cutting open his hand lightly.
He looked up at the woman again, "Sorry sorry sorry. Whys you hear? Addy fromsh the tressh. Strange woman from shtrange trees. You have pretty doggiesh." He went to scratch one of the dogs heads again when he noticed his hand bleeding, "Sumbitsh." He looked up at the redhead, "Could yoush possibly have a wrap?" He raised his hand showing her the bleeding.
That groan was something she knew well. She loved alcohol, but learned the bad way to not to over-indulge, otherwise she would end up like that. There were some times where it would happen anyway, and while she didn’t feel shame, she did regret them, “No like”, she said honestly, “Look sick. Yes, handsome”, she replied, nodding. Other than his bad expression, he was indeed handsome.
She smiled widely, with big, white teeth when she complimented her kills, “Thank. Me Huntress”, she said, beaming with pride. Of the Huntresses of the Sisterhood of Cyprus, she was the best of all, or so she has been told. She always smiled widely when someone praised her – she guessed it was what her hounds felt when someone called them good boy or good girl. It was amazing.
While Aedea was gone, the dogs awaited and received the scratches with glee and wagging tails. They were there to look after the man while their Alpha was gone, but they loved to receive affection from people. Like Aedea, they were domesticated now. When she returned, she showed him proudly the flowers, only for him to ramble. Didn’t he like her flowers? Confusion appeared on her face until he mentioned his wife, and realization struck her, “Wife? Flower?”
But when he started to curse the gods, she frowned, “No. No say that”, she said sternly; not only because blaspheming could incur in the god’s anger, but also because they were in sacred ground, and that would make them angrier. He hoped Artemis would forgive him because he was drunk, though she knew her goddess was not the most forgiving.
Noticing that the man was cut, she inspected the injury. It wasn’t bad, just a cut, “Yes. Hold still. No scream.”
She inspected her tunic until she found a piece that wasn’t stained, and found one by the side of her arm. With her knife, she cut it, and inspected the waterskin the man had. It had just a bottom of wine, not enough to drink, but just enough for her purpose. He put the hand flat on the floor and poured the wine on it, and then wrapped his hand with the relatively clean cloth. Then she looked at him, “Become bad. Need care. Can give”, she offered. While it was frowned upon to have men in the temple, Aedea didn’t care, and no one would dare to tell her anything… unless it was Kallista. She would get really angry at her.
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That groan was something she knew well. She loved alcohol, but learned the bad way to not to over-indulge, otherwise she would end up like that. There were some times where it would happen anyway, and while she didn’t feel shame, she did regret them, “No like”, she said honestly, “Look sick. Yes, handsome”, she replied, nodding. Other than his bad expression, he was indeed handsome.
She smiled widely, with big, white teeth when she complimented her kills, “Thank. Me Huntress”, she said, beaming with pride. Of the Huntresses of the Sisterhood of Cyprus, she was the best of all, or so she has been told. She always smiled widely when someone praised her – she guessed it was what her hounds felt when someone called them good boy or good girl. It was amazing.
While Aedea was gone, the dogs awaited and received the scratches with glee and wagging tails. They were there to look after the man while their Alpha was gone, but they loved to receive affection from people. Like Aedea, they were domesticated now. When she returned, she showed him proudly the flowers, only for him to ramble. Didn’t he like her flowers? Confusion appeared on her face until he mentioned his wife, and realization struck her, “Wife? Flower?”
But when he started to curse the gods, she frowned, “No. No say that”, she said sternly; not only because blaspheming could incur in the god’s anger, but also because they were in sacred ground, and that would make them angrier. He hoped Artemis would forgive him because he was drunk, though she knew her goddess was not the most forgiving.
Noticing that the man was cut, she inspected the injury. It wasn’t bad, just a cut, “Yes. Hold still. No scream.”
She inspected her tunic until she found a piece that wasn’t stained, and found one by the side of her arm. With her knife, she cut it, and inspected the waterskin the man had. It had just a bottom of wine, not enough to drink, but just enough for her purpose. He put the hand flat on the floor and poured the wine on it, and then wrapped his hand with the relatively clean cloth. Then she looked at him, “Become bad. Need care. Can give”, she offered. While it was frowned upon to have men in the temple, Aedea didn’t care, and no one would dare to tell her anything… unless it was Kallista. She would get really angry at her.
That groan was something she knew well. She loved alcohol, but learned the bad way to not to over-indulge, otherwise she would end up like that. There were some times where it would happen anyway, and while she didn’t feel shame, she did regret them, “No like”, she said honestly, “Look sick. Yes, handsome”, she replied, nodding. Other than his bad expression, he was indeed handsome.
She smiled widely, with big, white teeth when she complimented her kills, “Thank. Me Huntress”, she said, beaming with pride. Of the Huntresses of the Sisterhood of Cyprus, she was the best of all, or so she has been told. She always smiled widely when someone praised her – she guessed it was what her hounds felt when someone called them good boy or good girl. It was amazing.
While Aedea was gone, the dogs awaited and received the scratches with glee and wagging tails. They were there to look after the man while their Alpha was gone, but they loved to receive affection from people. Like Aedea, they were domesticated now. When she returned, she showed him proudly the flowers, only for him to ramble. Didn’t he like her flowers? Confusion appeared on her face until he mentioned his wife, and realization struck her, “Wife? Flower?”
But when he started to curse the gods, she frowned, “No. No say that”, she said sternly; not only because blaspheming could incur in the god’s anger, but also because they were in sacred ground, and that would make them angrier. He hoped Artemis would forgive him because he was drunk, though she knew her goddess was not the most forgiving.
Noticing that the man was cut, she inspected the injury. It wasn’t bad, just a cut, “Yes. Hold still. No scream.”
She inspected her tunic until she found a piece that wasn’t stained, and found one by the side of her arm. With her knife, she cut it, and inspected the waterskin the man had. It had just a bottom of wine, not enough to drink, but just enough for her purpose. He put the hand flat on the floor and poured the wine on it, and then wrapped his hand with the relatively clean cloth. Then she looked at him, “Become bad. Need care. Can give”, she offered. While it was frowned upon to have men in the temple, Aedea didn’t care, and no one would dare to tell her anything… unless it was Kallista. She would get really angry at her.
Daxos stared at her, his eyes narrowing again, "Whatsh the godsh do for me, I can't give a..." That's when Daxos looked around, noting exactly where he was. The Temple of Artemis. A strange lethargic feeling enveloped him, he couldn't escape from the gods, they were everywhere. Looking up and down at this woman again he was sure that this woman was a maiden of Artemis. Shame, he thought, she's quite beautiful. He cast his face down, defeated and full of shame, as the torment in his heart stirred up once more.
She grabbed his hand and started to prod it, causing him to wince slightly, he wasn't expecting her to grab his hand and look at it up close. It stung slightly, he but he knew it wasn't serious. Regardless he would definitely want it wrapped up and clean. He had seen what an infection can do while he was on campaign. She cut a piece of her tunic off, and it kind of confused Daxos at first, his mind swam and couldn't comprehend much of what was happening.
She also grabbed his waterskin, and as she did, Daxos tried to grab it back meekly, but couldn't muster the energy to put any effort into it, "Me wine..." She poured it out on his hand, causing a sharp sting in on his hand. It felt good. He closed his eyes and smiled lightly, focusing on the pain itself, instead of the dark thoughts tormenting his head. She cleaned it and then offered him to step into the temple.
"No I can't. That's not allowed. I..." Daxos began, but his heart darkened again, What is a nonexistent god going to do? His eyes narrowed, his head throbbing, he could feel no god, no energy from this place. When he was a small boy, he always felt the gods around these places. Any of the temples, or altars, he could feel them. On campaign he could swore he felt Ares watching over him. There are no gods. And if there are, they don't care. It brought him solace to think this, some of the anguish had drifted away from him, and he replied, "Okaysh. Me don't wantsh infekshen." His stomach audibly rumbled again.
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Daxos stared at her, his eyes narrowing again, "Whatsh the godsh do for me, I can't give a..." That's when Daxos looked around, noting exactly where he was. The Temple of Artemis. A strange lethargic feeling enveloped him, he couldn't escape from the gods, they were everywhere. Looking up and down at this woman again he was sure that this woman was a maiden of Artemis. Shame, he thought, she's quite beautiful. He cast his face down, defeated and full of shame, as the torment in his heart stirred up once more.
She grabbed his hand and started to prod it, causing him to wince slightly, he wasn't expecting her to grab his hand and look at it up close. It stung slightly, he but he knew it wasn't serious. Regardless he would definitely want it wrapped up and clean. He had seen what an infection can do while he was on campaign. She cut a piece of her tunic off, and it kind of confused Daxos at first, his mind swam and couldn't comprehend much of what was happening.
She also grabbed his waterskin, and as she did, Daxos tried to grab it back meekly, but couldn't muster the energy to put any effort into it, "Me wine..." She poured it out on his hand, causing a sharp sting in on his hand. It felt good. He closed his eyes and smiled lightly, focusing on the pain itself, instead of the dark thoughts tormenting his head. She cleaned it and then offered him to step into the temple.
"No I can't. That's not allowed. I..." Daxos began, but his heart darkened again, What is a nonexistent god going to do? His eyes narrowed, his head throbbing, he could feel no god, no energy from this place. When he was a small boy, he always felt the gods around these places. Any of the temples, or altars, he could feel them. On campaign he could swore he felt Ares watching over him. There are no gods. And if there are, they don't care. It brought him solace to think this, some of the anguish had drifted away from him, and he replied, "Okaysh. Me don't wantsh infekshen." His stomach audibly rumbled again.
Daxos stared at her, his eyes narrowing again, "Whatsh the godsh do for me, I can't give a..." That's when Daxos looked around, noting exactly where he was. The Temple of Artemis. A strange lethargic feeling enveloped him, he couldn't escape from the gods, they were everywhere. Looking up and down at this woman again he was sure that this woman was a maiden of Artemis. Shame, he thought, she's quite beautiful. He cast his face down, defeated and full of shame, as the torment in his heart stirred up once more.
She grabbed his hand and started to prod it, causing him to wince slightly, he wasn't expecting her to grab his hand and look at it up close. It stung slightly, he but he knew it wasn't serious. Regardless he would definitely want it wrapped up and clean. He had seen what an infection can do while he was on campaign. She cut a piece of her tunic off, and it kind of confused Daxos at first, his mind swam and couldn't comprehend much of what was happening.
She also grabbed his waterskin, and as she did, Daxos tried to grab it back meekly, but couldn't muster the energy to put any effort into it, "Me wine..." She poured it out on his hand, causing a sharp sting in on his hand. It felt good. He closed his eyes and smiled lightly, focusing on the pain itself, instead of the dark thoughts tormenting his head. She cleaned it and then offered him to step into the temple.
"No I can't. That's not allowed. I..." Daxos began, but his heart darkened again, What is a nonexistent god going to do? His eyes narrowed, his head throbbing, he could feel no god, no energy from this place. When he was a small boy, he always felt the gods around these places. Any of the temples, or altars, he could feel them. On campaign he could swore he felt Ares watching over him. There are no gods. And if there are, they don't care. It brought him solace to think this, some of the anguish had drifted away from him, and he replied, "Okaysh. Me don't wantsh infekshen." His stomach audibly rumbled again.
The unnamed man was right on something – getting men into the temple was not allowed. Many of the sisters didn’t like men at all, especially the High Priestess Kallista… but Aedea was known to bend the rules from time to time. As the best huntress the Sisterhood had to offer, no one dared to say anything to her. Plus, this was for a good cause: she was sure that Artemis wouldn’t limit her healing to just men.
Aedea took the man by the arm and made him rise, “Name”, she asked before dragging him around the temple, and whistled so her hounds would follow her. Going through the front door was not a good idea, but thankfully she knew several alternative entrances for when she needed to be sneaky, like now.
Nature surrounded the temple – and it had it inside as well – but she made sure the drunken man wouldn’t step on briars or roots, until they reached a back entrance that led towards the kennels. Aedea had her own bed in the communal rooms of the other sisters, but she greatly preferred to sleep in the kennels surrounded by her dogs. That’s why there was a bed there, which seemed out of place. She sat the man there and said, “Wait”, before darting off. The hounds remained there keeping the man company.
Her first stop was to the kitchens, where she left the game. She would have preferred to take her time to skin the hare, to perhaps make a pair of gloves, but she was in a hurry. After washing her hands in water, she went to take medical supplies to bring back to Daxos. She returned mere minutes after leaving.
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The unnamed man was right on something – getting men into the temple was not allowed. Many of the sisters didn’t like men at all, especially the High Priestess Kallista… but Aedea was known to bend the rules from time to time. As the best huntress the Sisterhood had to offer, no one dared to say anything to her. Plus, this was for a good cause: she was sure that Artemis wouldn’t limit her healing to just men.
Aedea took the man by the arm and made him rise, “Name”, she asked before dragging him around the temple, and whistled so her hounds would follow her. Going through the front door was not a good idea, but thankfully she knew several alternative entrances for when she needed to be sneaky, like now.
Nature surrounded the temple – and it had it inside as well – but she made sure the drunken man wouldn’t step on briars or roots, until they reached a back entrance that led towards the kennels. Aedea had her own bed in the communal rooms of the other sisters, but she greatly preferred to sleep in the kennels surrounded by her dogs. That’s why there was a bed there, which seemed out of place. She sat the man there and said, “Wait”, before darting off. The hounds remained there keeping the man company.
Her first stop was to the kitchens, where she left the game. She would have preferred to take her time to skin the hare, to perhaps make a pair of gloves, but she was in a hurry. After washing her hands in water, she went to take medical supplies to bring back to Daxos. She returned mere minutes after leaving.
The unnamed man was right on something – getting men into the temple was not allowed. Many of the sisters didn’t like men at all, especially the High Priestess Kallista… but Aedea was known to bend the rules from time to time. As the best huntress the Sisterhood had to offer, no one dared to say anything to her. Plus, this was for a good cause: she was sure that Artemis wouldn’t limit her healing to just men.
Aedea took the man by the arm and made him rise, “Name”, she asked before dragging him around the temple, and whistled so her hounds would follow her. Going through the front door was not a good idea, but thankfully she knew several alternative entrances for when she needed to be sneaky, like now.
Nature surrounded the temple – and it had it inside as well – but she made sure the drunken man wouldn’t step on briars or roots, until they reached a back entrance that led towards the kennels. Aedea had her own bed in the communal rooms of the other sisters, but she greatly preferred to sleep in the kennels surrounded by her dogs. That’s why there was a bed there, which seemed out of place. She sat the man there and said, “Wait”, before darting off. The hounds remained there keeping the man company.
Her first stop was to the kitchens, where she left the game. She would have preferred to take her time to skin the hare, to perhaps make a pair of gloves, but she was in a hurry. After washing her hands in water, she went to take medical supplies to bring back to Daxos. She returned mere minutes after leaving.
Daxos felt a fool as she pulled him to his feet. He wiped the tears on his face off on his chiton. He was lost in his own thoughts when she asked his name, "The names Daxosh. Daxosh of Eubocrish. Soldier. Men of the Heightsh. Yesh." It felt strange to be pulled along by this strange woman into a place that men were not supposed to be.
The temple was beautiful, Daxos knew this, the natural aesthetic brought a sort of tranquility to this impressive building. Despite the normal tranquility that the temple gave off, he felt nothing but hatred and the pain rise up as they made their way through. Fuck the gods. Fuck them. They don't exist. It was the only thing that brought him any solace. He noticed that the dogs were sticking close by him, or maybe her, he couldn't truly tell which, but they did keep sniffing him. It made him a little uneasy.
He was sure he was the first man inside this place for quite some time, his mind raced, what if someone sees me here? What if the head priestess were to find out? I shouldn't be here. He repeated that last line over and over in his head, but the strange woman with the beautiful red hair had his arm.
Strangely enough, he was lead to the kennels. She led him to the bed and he flopped down. Telling him to wait was no problem. He was too drunk to move really. The dogs stared at him intently as he waited. He patted the bed next to him and they both jumped up and began to lick him. He laughed heartily for the first time today as the dogs kissed him all over.
He laid back on the bed and they began to scramble over him. "Hahahaha good doggiesh. Beautiful doggiesh." He could smell flesh on their breath. It threw him off for a moment before remembering that the strange redheaded woman had just been hunting. What was her name again? Addy? Adisol? Aresol? Adrea? He couldn't remember. Not that it bothered him. He was too busy playing with the dogs.
He heard her enter and shot up, surprised by her sudden return. The dogs hopped off him and onto the floor. They looked at him quizzically. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry. I gots carried awaysh there Ad... Aed..." he felt the skin on his face start to burn, "Aedeanos." He nodded to himself, so sure of himself that it was her name. Just moments of feeling sure he knew that the name was wrong. He immediately placed his face in his hands, "oh I shouldn't havesh drank so mush. Oh oh oh..." He groaned quietly to himself embarrassed.
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Daxos felt a fool as she pulled him to his feet. He wiped the tears on his face off on his chiton. He was lost in his own thoughts when she asked his name, "The names Daxosh. Daxosh of Eubocrish. Soldier. Men of the Heightsh. Yesh." It felt strange to be pulled along by this strange woman into a place that men were not supposed to be.
The temple was beautiful, Daxos knew this, the natural aesthetic brought a sort of tranquility to this impressive building. Despite the normal tranquility that the temple gave off, he felt nothing but hatred and the pain rise up as they made their way through. Fuck the gods. Fuck them. They don't exist. It was the only thing that brought him any solace. He noticed that the dogs were sticking close by him, or maybe her, he couldn't truly tell which, but they did keep sniffing him. It made him a little uneasy.
He was sure he was the first man inside this place for quite some time, his mind raced, what if someone sees me here? What if the head priestess were to find out? I shouldn't be here. He repeated that last line over and over in his head, but the strange woman with the beautiful red hair had his arm.
Strangely enough, he was lead to the kennels. She led him to the bed and he flopped down. Telling him to wait was no problem. He was too drunk to move really. The dogs stared at him intently as he waited. He patted the bed next to him and they both jumped up and began to lick him. He laughed heartily for the first time today as the dogs kissed him all over.
He laid back on the bed and they began to scramble over him. "Hahahaha good doggiesh. Beautiful doggiesh." He could smell flesh on their breath. It threw him off for a moment before remembering that the strange redheaded woman had just been hunting. What was her name again? Addy? Adisol? Aresol? Adrea? He couldn't remember. Not that it bothered him. He was too busy playing with the dogs.
He heard her enter and shot up, surprised by her sudden return. The dogs hopped off him and onto the floor. They looked at him quizzically. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry. I gots carried awaysh there Ad... Aed..." he felt the skin on his face start to burn, "Aedeanos." He nodded to himself, so sure of himself that it was her name. Just moments of feeling sure he knew that the name was wrong. He immediately placed his face in his hands, "oh I shouldn't havesh drank so mush. Oh oh oh..." He groaned quietly to himself embarrassed.
Daxos felt a fool as she pulled him to his feet. He wiped the tears on his face off on his chiton. He was lost in his own thoughts when she asked his name, "The names Daxosh. Daxosh of Eubocrish. Soldier. Men of the Heightsh. Yesh." It felt strange to be pulled along by this strange woman into a place that men were not supposed to be.
The temple was beautiful, Daxos knew this, the natural aesthetic brought a sort of tranquility to this impressive building. Despite the normal tranquility that the temple gave off, he felt nothing but hatred and the pain rise up as they made their way through. Fuck the gods. Fuck them. They don't exist. It was the only thing that brought him any solace. He noticed that the dogs were sticking close by him, or maybe her, he couldn't truly tell which, but they did keep sniffing him. It made him a little uneasy.
He was sure he was the first man inside this place for quite some time, his mind raced, what if someone sees me here? What if the head priestess were to find out? I shouldn't be here. He repeated that last line over and over in his head, but the strange woman with the beautiful red hair had his arm.
Strangely enough, he was lead to the kennels. She led him to the bed and he flopped down. Telling him to wait was no problem. He was too drunk to move really. The dogs stared at him intently as he waited. He patted the bed next to him and they both jumped up and began to lick him. He laughed heartily for the first time today as the dogs kissed him all over.
He laid back on the bed and they began to scramble over him. "Hahahaha good doggiesh. Beautiful doggiesh." He could smell flesh on their breath. It threw him off for a moment before remembering that the strange redheaded woman had just been hunting. What was her name again? Addy? Adisol? Aresol? Adrea? He couldn't remember. Not that it bothered him. He was too busy playing with the dogs.
He heard her enter and shot up, surprised by her sudden return. The dogs hopped off him and onto the floor. They looked at him quizzically. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry. I gots carried awaysh there Ad... Aed..." he felt the skin on his face start to burn, "Aedeanos." He nodded to himself, so sure of himself that it was her name. Just moments of feeling sure he knew that the name was wrong. He immediately placed his face in his hands, "oh I shouldn't havesh drank so mush. Oh oh oh..." He groaned quietly to himself embarrassed.
“Daxosh…”, she repeated, or at least tried to repeat with her odd idialect, “Of Eubocris?”, he mispronounced the name of his own hometown, but she understood. He had a bit too much to drink… the sisters were dismayed when she drank too much, because she was incomprehensible when that happened.
When she was out, she could only think of the expression of the man… it was not only sadness, but pure anger. Rage against someone or something… was it against the gods? Probably, as he was cursing them earlier. Quite a bad idea when a priestess was going to tend you, but here they were. She decided to help him nonetheless, because again, one said stupid things when one was drunk.
The dogs came off the bed when they saw their mistress appear, but she managed to spot them all over Daxosh. Her smile was wide and happy, “No sorry. They like you. Me like you, then”, she said cheerfully. But when he tried to tell her her name, she shook her head, “Aedeanos, no. Aedea, yes. Aedea of Lands Afar”, she cleared up, and was ready to clear up many times after that, before she sat down on the bed to check on him.
“Still”, she ordered before checking his hand. Taking off the cloth, she threw it away and checked it; he was still bleeding, though he didn’t need stitches. Still, he needed a better piece of cloth to get the wound nice and clean, so she got a wet rag from the box with supplies and began to clean the wound, “Will heal. No stitches. Just pressure, so no blood”, with that, she finished with making the final touch by wrapping his hand in a clean cloth.
She looked at him with her wild blue eyes and said, “Eat? Good for drink. Feel better.”
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“Daxosh…”, she repeated, or at least tried to repeat with her odd idialect, “Of Eubocris?”, he mispronounced the name of his own hometown, but she understood. He had a bit too much to drink… the sisters were dismayed when she drank too much, because she was incomprehensible when that happened.
When she was out, she could only think of the expression of the man… it was not only sadness, but pure anger. Rage against someone or something… was it against the gods? Probably, as he was cursing them earlier. Quite a bad idea when a priestess was going to tend you, but here they were. She decided to help him nonetheless, because again, one said stupid things when one was drunk.
The dogs came off the bed when they saw their mistress appear, but she managed to spot them all over Daxosh. Her smile was wide and happy, “No sorry. They like you. Me like you, then”, she said cheerfully. But when he tried to tell her her name, she shook her head, “Aedeanos, no. Aedea, yes. Aedea of Lands Afar”, she cleared up, and was ready to clear up many times after that, before she sat down on the bed to check on him.
“Still”, she ordered before checking his hand. Taking off the cloth, she threw it away and checked it; he was still bleeding, though he didn’t need stitches. Still, he needed a better piece of cloth to get the wound nice and clean, so she got a wet rag from the box with supplies and began to clean the wound, “Will heal. No stitches. Just pressure, so no blood”, with that, she finished with making the final touch by wrapping his hand in a clean cloth.
She looked at him with her wild blue eyes and said, “Eat? Good for drink. Feel better.”
“Daxosh…”, she repeated, or at least tried to repeat with her odd idialect, “Of Eubocris?”, he mispronounced the name of his own hometown, but she understood. He had a bit too much to drink… the sisters were dismayed when she drank too much, because she was incomprehensible when that happened.
When she was out, she could only think of the expression of the man… it was not only sadness, but pure anger. Rage against someone or something… was it against the gods? Probably, as he was cursing them earlier. Quite a bad idea when a priestess was going to tend you, but here they were. She decided to help him nonetheless, because again, one said stupid things when one was drunk.
The dogs came off the bed when they saw their mistress appear, but she managed to spot them all over Daxosh. Her smile was wide and happy, “No sorry. They like you. Me like you, then”, she said cheerfully. But when he tried to tell her her name, she shook her head, “Aedeanos, no. Aedea, yes. Aedea of Lands Afar”, she cleared up, and was ready to clear up many times after that, before she sat down on the bed to check on him.
“Still”, she ordered before checking his hand. Taking off the cloth, she threw it away and checked it; he was still bleeding, though he didn’t need stitches. Still, he needed a better piece of cloth to get the wound nice and clean, so she got a wet rag from the box with supplies and began to clean the wound, “Will heal. No stitches. Just pressure, so no blood”, with that, she finished with making the final touch by wrapping his hand in a clean cloth.
She looked at him with her wild blue eyes and said, “Eat? Good for drink. Feel better.”
Despite the fact that this- Aedea was looking so cheerful and happy, Daxos couldn't help but feel off. He wasn't sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was this strange redheaded woman or the fact he was where he shouldn't be. Could even be possibly the strange smell of the kennel they were in, but Daxos couldn't put his finger on it. Whatever it was, it felt like a worm burrowing into the back of his mind. He couldn't figure out what it was.
"Thanks." He muttered as she explained in her weird way that if her dogs like him then she does too. Which Daxos found a bit peculiar. Sure, Daxos knew that dogs had a decent understanding of human intentions, at least from his own experience, but as a soldier, he couldn't trust anyone based on an animal's instincts.
He didn't really feel his hand much besides the constant throbbing. She cleaned it, looking intently at it. At this moment, Daxos could tell that she was remarkably beautiful. It wasn't just the wine talking either. It was about this time that he was able to start focusing on things again. His head was still swimming, but at least his sight wasn't acting up anymore.
He nodded at her expert prognostic of his injury. She seems to know a lot about treating wounds, Daxos flexed his hand, I suppose as one of the Artemis's Huntresses... The worm in his head began to squirm as soon as he said Artemis. Something about Artemis was eating away at his brain.
"I woulds very musch like foods. Yesh. Thanksh. I have not eaten aaaaall day." He tried his best to match this woman's easy-going and cheerful attitude. It was difficult. Daxos felt his mind continuously returning to his wife and how terrible it must have been for her to have died in childbir-
It hit Daxos like a bag of stones. He recoiled back away from her and his eyes narrowed, jaw tensing, "Thank you for this. But I have to go." His voice was low, cold, and he deliberately tried to make all his words perfectly clear. He stood up to leave the way he came and noticed the dogs were baring their teeth at him.
"Call off your dogsh please. I want to leave thish placsh at once." He was a fool. How could it have slipped his mind. If the gods existed, they were surely laughing at the soldier. These fucking gods think it's funny? He felt the hatred and anger building up in his chest as he tried to leave the door skirting around the dogs. I bet they think it's funny to bring me here.
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Despite the fact that this- Aedea was looking so cheerful and happy, Daxos couldn't help but feel off. He wasn't sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was this strange redheaded woman or the fact he was where he shouldn't be. Could even be possibly the strange smell of the kennel they were in, but Daxos couldn't put his finger on it. Whatever it was, it felt like a worm burrowing into the back of his mind. He couldn't figure out what it was.
"Thanks." He muttered as she explained in her weird way that if her dogs like him then she does too. Which Daxos found a bit peculiar. Sure, Daxos knew that dogs had a decent understanding of human intentions, at least from his own experience, but as a soldier, he couldn't trust anyone based on an animal's instincts.
He didn't really feel his hand much besides the constant throbbing. She cleaned it, looking intently at it. At this moment, Daxos could tell that she was remarkably beautiful. It wasn't just the wine talking either. It was about this time that he was able to start focusing on things again. His head was still swimming, but at least his sight wasn't acting up anymore.
He nodded at her expert prognostic of his injury. She seems to know a lot about treating wounds, Daxos flexed his hand, I suppose as one of the Artemis's Huntresses... The worm in his head began to squirm as soon as he said Artemis. Something about Artemis was eating away at his brain.
"I woulds very musch like foods. Yesh. Thanksh. I have not eaten aaaaall day." He tried his best to match this woman's easy-going and cheerful attitude. It was difficult. Daxos felt his mind continuously returning to his wife and how terrible it must have been for her to have died in childbir-
It hit Daxos like a bag of stones. He recoiled back away from her and his eyes narrowed, jaw tensing, "Thank you for this. But I have to go." His voice was low, cold, and he deliberately tried to make all his words perfectly clear. He stood up to leave the way he came and noticed the dogs were baring their teeth at him.
"Call off your dogsh please. I want to leave thish placsh at once." He was a fool. How could it have slipped his mind. If the gods existed, they were surely laughing at the soldier. These fucking gods think it's funny? He felt the hatred and anger building up in his chest as he tried to leave the door skirting around the dogs. I bet they think it's funny to bring me here.
Despite the fact that this- Aedea was looking so cheerful and happy, Daxos couldn't help but feel off. He wasn't sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was this strange redheaded woman or the fact he was where he shouldn't be. Could even be possibly the strange smell of the kennel they were in, but Daxos couldn't put his finger on it. Whatever it was, it felt like a worm burrowing into the back of his mind. He couldn't figure out what it was.
"Thanks." He muttered as she explained in her weird way that if her dogs like him then she does too. Which Daxos found a bit peculiar. Sure, Daxos knew that dogs had a decent understanding of human intentions, at least from his own experience, but as a soldier, he couldn't trust anyone based on an animal's instincts.
He didn't really feel his hand much besides the constant throbbing. She cleaned it, looking intently at it. At this moment, Daxos could tell that she was remarkably beautiful. It wasn't just the wine talking either. It was about this time that he was able to start focusing on things again. His head was still swimming, but at least his sight wasn't acting up anymore.
He nodded at her expert prognostic of his injury. She seems to know a lot about treating wounds, Daxos flexed his hand, I suppose as one of the Artemis's Huntresses... The worm in his head began to squirm as soon as he said Artemis. Something about Artemis was eating away at his brain.
"I woulds very musch like foods. Yesh. Thanksh. I have not eaten aaaaall day." He tried his best to match this woman's easy-going and cheerful attitude. It was difficult. Daxos felt his mind continuously returning to his wife and how terrible it must have been for her to have died in childbir-
It hit Daxos like a bag of stones. He recoiled back away from her and his eyes narrowed, jaw tensing, "Thank you for this. But I have to go." His voice was low, cold, and he deliberately tried to make all his words perfectly clear. He stood up to leave the way he came and noticed the dogs were baring their teeth at him.
"Call off your dogsh please. I want to leave thish placsh at once." He was a fool. How could it have slipped his mind. If the gods existed, they were surely laughing at the soldier. These fucking gods think it's funny? He felt the hatred and anger building up in his chest as he tried to leave the door skirting around the dogs. I bet they think it's funny to bring me here.
“Food good”, she agreed, gladly, finally letting go off his hand. He would be alright, she knew, though the injury on his heart would take more time, “Sister make duck stew. Delicious!”, she smiled, showing perhaps too much teeth, trying to cheer him up. For Aedea, nothing cheered her up more than good food and drink, perhaps he would be the same? The stew they made with her hunt was always delicious, so much that she couldn’t stop eating it… yes, it would do.
The sound of growling alerted her. She didn’t need to turn her head to see that her dogs were baring her teeth at Daxos, and so she did as well, out of instinct more than anything. Aedea has been known to lash at people when threatened, and right now, he seemed like a threat… but he wasn’t. He seemed angry, and the slur of his words disappeared, as if something sobered him up, and the tone of his voice changed to be antagonistic. She decided to trust her dogs; something was indeed wrong.
“Hostile. Explain.”, she demanded. She wanted to know why he changed his mind, why was he rejecting her kindness. Perhaps that’s why he was a threat right now… but she wanted to know. But he hoped he realized that with a single command, her dogs and she could go straight at him and kill him. She was sure neither Artemis nor Kallista would mind…
But no. It would be wrong to kill a man she just offered aid and food to, especially one that was hurting. So while her expression remained hard, she stopped baring her teeth and with a hand gesture, she called off her hounds. They pulled back, but never stopped watching them. They would wait for the command of their alpha.
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“Food good”, she agreed, gladly, finally letting go off his hand. He would be alright, she knew, though the injury on his heart would take more time, “Sister make duck stew. Delicious!”, she smiled, showing perhaps too much teeth, trying to cheer him up. For Aedea, nothing cheered her up more than good food and drink, perhaps he would be the same? The stew they made with her hunt was always delicious, so much that she couldn’t stop eating it… yes, it would do.
The sound of growling alerted her. She didn’t need to turn her head to see that her dogs were baring her teeth at Daxos, and so she did as well, out of instinct more than anything. Aedea has been known to lash at people when threatened, and right now, he seemed like a threat… but he wasn’t. He seemed angry, and the slur of his words disappeared, as if something sobered him up, and the tone of his voice changed to be antagonistic. She decided to trust her dogs; something was indeed wrong.
“Hostile. Explain.”, she demanded. She wanted to know why he changed his mind, why was he rejecting her kindness. Perhaps that’s why he was a threat right now… but she wanted to know. But he hoped he realized that with a single command, her dogs and she could go straight at him and kill him. She was sure neither Artemis nor Kallista would mind…
But no. It would be wrong to kill a man she just offered aid and food to, especially one that was hurting. So while her expression remained hard, she stopped baring her teeth and with a hand gesture, she called off her hounds. They pulled back, but never stopped watching them. They would wait for the command of their alpha.
“Food good”, she agreed, gladly, finally letting go off his hand. He would be alright, she knew, though the injury on his heart would take more time, “Sister make duck stew. Delicious!”, she smiled, showing perhaps too much teeth, trying to cheer him up. For Aedea, nothing cheered her up more than good food and drink, perhaps he would be the same? The stew they made with her hunt was always delicious, so much that she couldn’t stop eating it… yes, it would do.
The sound of growling alerted her. She didn’t need to turn her head to see that her dogs were baring her teeth at Daxos, and so she did as well, out of instinct more than anything. Aedea has been known to lash at people when threatened, and right now, he seemed like a threat… but he wasn’t. He seemed angry, and the slur of his words disappeared, as if something sobered him up, and the tone of his voice changed to be antagonistic. She decided to trust her dogs; something was indeed wrong.
“Hostile. Explain.”, she demanded. She wanted to know why he changed his mind, why was he rejecting her kindness. Perhaps that’s why he was a threat right now… but she wanted to know. But he hoped he realized that with a single command, her dogs and she could go straight at him and kill him. She was sure neither Artemis nor Kallista would mind…
But no. It would be wrong to kill a man she just offered aid and food to, especially one that was hurting. So while her expression remained hard, she stopped baring her teeth and with a hand gesture, she called off her hounds. They pulled back, but never stopped watching them. They would wait for the command of their alpha.
Daxos stood staring at her, his face cold and emotionless. The anger had welled up in his chest and he did all he could to stifle it. It was not this priestess' fault that his wife died, he knew that, but that didn't mean he wasn't happy. He looked down the dogs who he had just previously loved on and sighed. They were as strange and as wild as this woman it seemed.
"Why? Tell me why Artemish deemed it necessary for my wife to die in childbirth" his voice broke, but he did not cry. His eyes stared coldly at the priestess. He was such a fool for coming here. It was surely a joke to the gods if they existed. Which with every moment passed he realized that they did not. How could they? He was a devout man for his entire life, feverishly so. Not only had he been passed up on a promotion, not only had his hard work been for naught, but his wife had died in childbirth and of course it was a priestess of Artemis who found him. Just a fucking joke.
"Tell me where was Artemis when my wife was giving birth? Where was your patron goddess when my wife was dying? Did she take my wife's life? Why? What had she ever done to deserve it?" He found that his fists were clenched tightly as his body shook with the energy that was swirling in his chest. He had to leave before he did something drastic.
"I don't want to be here in the temple of the goddessh who let my wife die. So, I repeat, call off your dogsh." Every word was seeped in venom, his eyes cold and lifeless. If it wasn't for these dogs, Daxos was sure he would have hurt the woman. He could feel the bloodlust he often felt when in battle rise up within him, but he did his best to quell it.
He stood for several moments breathing deeply, trying to calm the rage in his heart. "I want to leave this placesh. Now. Call. Them. Off." Daxos knew he couldn't take these dogs and the woman on. If he was sober? Possibly. He was a large man and the strength he had was lauded by his fellow soldiers. But he was drunk, not as much as before, be he was still drunk. He could probably take a dog or two, but with the dogs and the skilled hunter? More than likely he couldn't handle it. His entire body screamed run!
When the dogs were finally called off, Daxos left as quickly as possible, burst out the door and the way they came. Stumbling down the steps again, he turned back to look at the temple. They don't exist. This time, he meant it. He had truly lost all faith. A strange catharsis came over him, and he felt a weight lift off his chest. His heart still ached for his wife, but at least he knew that it was not his fault, nor anyone else's fault. The world is a random place. It was just his shit luck. He knew now he'd have to work harder than anyone else for anything. It would not be handed to him by the 'Gods'. His blood. His sweat. His tears. Daxos now felt like free man.
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Daxos stood staring at her, his face cold and emotionless. The anger had welled up in his chest and he did all he could to stifle it. It was not this priestess' fault that his wife died, he knew that, but that didn't mean he wasn't happy. He looked down the dogs who he had just previously loved on and sighed. They were as strange and as wild as this woman it seemed.
"Why? Tell me why Artemish deemed it necessary for my wife to die in childbirth" his voice broke, but he did not cry. His eyes stared coldly at the priestess. He was such a fool for coming here. It was surely a joke to the gods if they existed. Which with every moment passed he realized that they did not. How could they? He was a devout man for his entire life, feverishly so. Not only had he been passed up on a promotion, not only had his hard work been for naught, but his wife had died in childbirth and of course it was a priestess of Artemis who found him. Just a fucking joke.
"Tell me where was Artemis when my wife was giving birth? Where was your patron goddess when my wife was dying? Did she take my wife's life? Why? What had she ever done to deserve it?" He found that his fists were clenched tightly as his body shook with the energy that was swirling in his chest. He had to leave before he did something drastic.
"I don't want to be here in the temple of the goddessh who let my wife die. So, I repeat, call off your dogsh." Every word was seeped in venom, his eyes cold and lifeless. If it wasn't for these dogs, Daxos was sure he would have hurt the woman. He could feel the bloodlust he often felt when in battle rise up within him, but he did his best to quell it.
He stood for several moments breathing deeply, trying to calm the rage in his heart. "I want to leave this placesh. Now. Call. Them. Off." Daxos knew he couldn't take these dogs and the woman on. If he was sober? Possibly. He was a large man and the strength he had was lauded by his fellow soldiers. But he was drunk, not as much as before, be he was still drunk. He could probably take a dog or two, but with the dogs and the skilled hunter? More than likely he couldn't handle it. His entire body screamed run!
When the dogs were finally called off, Daxos left as quickly as possible, burst out the door and the way they came. Stumbling down the steps again, he turned back to look at the temple. They don't exist. This time, he meant it. He had truly lost all faith. A strange catharsis came over him, and he felt a weight lift off his chest. His heart still ached for his wife, but at least he knew that it was not his fault, nor anyone else's fault. The world is a random place. It was just his shit luck. He knew now he'd have to work harder than anyone else for anything. It would not be handed to him by the 'Gods'. His blood. His sweat. His tears. Daxos now felt like free man.
Daxos stood staring at her, his face cold and emotionless. The anger had welled up in his chest and he did all he could to stifle it. It was not this priestess' fault that his wife died, he knew that, but that didn't mean he wasn't happy. He looked down the dogs who he had just previously loved on and sighed. They were as strange and as wild as this woman it seemed.
"Why? Tell me why Artemish deemed it necessary for my wife to die in childbirth" his voice broke, but he did not cry. His eyes stared coldly at the priestess. He was such a fool for coming here. It was surely a joke to the gods if they existed. Which with every moment passed he realized that they did not. How could they? He was a devout man for his entire life, feverishly so. Not only had he been passed up on a promotion, not only had his hard work been for naught, but his wife had died in childbirth and of course it was a priestess of Artemis who found him. Just a fucking joke.
"Tell me where was Artemis when my wife was giving birth? Where was your patron goddess when my wife was dying? Did she take my wife's life? Why? What had she ever done to deserve it?" He found that his fists were clenched tightly as his body shook with the energy that was swirling in his chest. He had to leave before he did something drastic.
"I don't want to be here in the temple of the goddessh who let my wife die. So, I repeat, call off your dogsh." Every word was seeped in venom, his eyes cold and lifeless. If it wasn't for these dogs, Daxos was sure he would have hurt the woman. He could feel the bloodlust he often felt when in battle rise up within him, but he did his best to quell it.
He stood for several moments breathing deeply, trying to calm the rage in his heart. "I want to leave this placesh. Now. Call. Them. Off." Daxos knew he couldn't take these dogs and the woman on. If he was sober? Possibly. He was a large man and the strength he had was lauded by his fellow soldiers. But he was drunk, not as much as before, be he was still drunk. He could probably take a dog or two, but with the dogs and the skilled hunter? More than likely he couldn't handle it. His entire body screamed run!
When the dogs were finally called off, Daxos left as quickly as possible, burst out the door and the way they came. Stumbling down the steps again, he turned back to look at the temple. They don't exist. This time, he meant it. He had truly lost all faith. A strange catharsis came over him, and he felt a weight lift off his chest. His heart still ached for his wife, but at least he knew that it was not his fault, nor anyone else's fault. The world is a random place. It was just his shit luck. He knew now he'd have to work harder than anyone else for anything. It would not be handed to him by the 'Gods'. His blood. His sweat. His tears. Daxos now felt like free man.
Her eyes widened in understanding. That’s how his wife died? And now he was in the temple of the goddess of childbirth, who decided which women died and lived when bringing a new life to the world. He must have remembered it in his drunken stupor, and now he was pissed. She understood now…
Her dogs began to bark once again when he spoke, but Aedea quietened them down with a single order. The kennels remained deathly silent, and she looked at him with her wild blue eyes, “Gods decide. Mortals live with whims. We enjoy, or suffer. They decide”, she replied with a diligent voice. The gods were not always kind to mortals – but they had the power, and thus, the authority. And everyone had to live with that; with their whims and wishes.
“There”, she replied to his second question, “Artemis shoots arrows. Women die when birthing. She did it”, she didn’t say it with regret; it was her domain to decide who lived and who received her arrows in childbirth. Not a comforting thought for the man, to be sure, but it was how it was.
Aedea wondered if she should attack him, but decided against it. She had no reason. So she did what was asked, and called off her dogs. They obeyed their alpha, and retreated, and she watched motionless as Daxos left the temple the way he came. She remained there, and once she was sure he left, she sat down on her bed and began to pet one of the hounds.
The dogs could be cruel, indeed. That was a fact of the world, same as to say that water was wet and that wine got you drunk. He didn’t seem to understand… but she sincerely hoped he got better. She was going to pray to Artemis for that.
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Her eyes widened in understanding. That’s how his wife died? And now he was in the temple of the goddess of childbirth, who decided which women died and lived when bringing a new life to the world. He must have remembered it in his drunken stupor, and now he was pissed. She understood now…
Her dogs began to bark once again when he spoke, but Aedea quietened them down with a single order. The kennels remained deathly silent, and she looked at him with her wild blue eyes, “Gods decide. Mortals live with whims. We enjoy, or suffer. They decide”, she replied with a diligent voice. The gods were not always kind to mortals – but they had the power, and thus, the authority. And everyone had to live with that; with their whims and wishes.
“There”, she replied to his second question, “Artemis shoots arrows. Women die when birthing. She did it”, she didn’t say it with regret; it was her domain to decide who lived and who received her arrows in childbirth. Not a comforting thought for the man, to be sure, but it was how it was.
Aedea wondered if she should attack him, but decided against it. She had no reason. So she did what was asked, and called off her dogs. They obeyed their alpha, and retreated, and she watched motionless as Daxos left the temple the way he came. She remained there, and once she was sure he left, she sat down on her bed and began to pet one of the hounds.
The dogs could be cruel, indeed. That was a fact of the world, same as to say that water was wet and that wine got you drunk. He didn’t seem to understand… but she sincerely hoped he got better. She was going to pray to Artemis for that.
Her eyes widened in understanding. That’s how his wife died? And now he was in the temple of the goddess of childbirth, who decided which women died and lived when bringing a new life to the world. He must have remembered it in his drunken stupor, and now he was pissed. She understood now…
Her dogs began to bark once again when he spoke, but Aedea quietened them down with a single order. The kennels remained deathly silent, and she looked at him with her wild blue eyes, “Gods decide. Mortals live with whims. We enjoy, or suffer. They decide”, she replied with a diligent voice. The gods were not always kind to mortals – but they had the power, and thus, the authority. And everyone had to live with that; with their whims and wishes.
“There”, she replied to his second question, “Artemis shoots arrows. Women die when birthing. She did it”, she didn’t say it with regret; it was her domain to decide who lived and who received her arrows in childbirth. Not a comforting thought for the man, to be sure, but it was how it was.
Aedea wondered if she should attack him, but decided against it. She had no reason. So she did what was asked, and called off her dogs. They obeyed their alpha, and retreated, and she watched motionless as Daxos left the temple the way he came. She remained there, and once she was sure he left, she sat down on her bed and began to pet one of the hounds.
The dogs could be cruel, indeed. That was a fact of the world, same as to say that water was wet and that wine got you drunk. He didn’t seem to understand… but she sincerely hoped he got better. She was going to pray to Artemis for that.