Dogs of war come crawling... (open)
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To the sounds of imminent war on the mountain...
scrape-scrape-scrape
“Let me tell you something about women-mothers, to be more precise. No matter how wronged they may feel by their children, no matter the slight or how opposite in nature they are from each other, they will defend their cubs to the death. Isn’t that right, baby?” Outside, she can hear footsteps of those passing by, not knowing or caring the side they were on--for now she was solely occupied with this moment.
Rhea pauses to crouch low as one of the female lions comes near to sniff the blood, some of it ichor, on her knife as she wipes it on her pants. She whispers something indelicate into her ear, causing the lioness to snarl and spit in an effort to stay at ease like a good soldier. As if they overheard, even the male lions seem affronted, though they too hold themselves in check, waiting for Rhea's command.
"Seems that she agrees with me,” she adds, sneering at the nameless Arean soldier who dared, along with a few others, to enter her home for whatever reason it was or what right that they thought they had in such a perilous time.
“…Especially after I told her that you and your friends were out to have a little lion cub, her lion cub to be exact. I suppose that now might be a bad time to tell you that to her, I have made you appear as fellow lions out to kill her baby. Good luck with that.”
Eyes widen and the body struggles in its confines, but Rhea does not notice. Oh, she would be pleased by it, but her attention is elsewhere as Attis quietly coughs in the corner, giving her “a look”.
“Attis, you know better than I, that this is war or what passes for it and they are fair game and subject to my mercy…” There is that and the fact that him, along with his fellow soldiers, are providing a helluva big outlet for frustrations built. No, she is not going to get a medal for this and knows that at minimum, she is only taking out a small handful. It is not much, considering what she thinks may be happening outside her new home on Olympus.
“…and what little mercy I have has long since left the building. If you did not want to see this, you should have left when I told you.”
~
Attis stands there, studying her. It has been so long since she has seen her as this: strong and fierce, her darker side coming out; that is far more serious and it is infinitely more beautiful. She has asked him to take leave more than an hour ago when they both saw the darkness descend and then the smell of fire on the mountain. Attis had declined. There was no way he was leaving his mistress’ goddess’ side for a good long time.
He steps closer, circling around one particular soldier, whose bindings had loosened. Stepping on fingers first, breaking every one, he smirks as they crunch under his heel before rebinding. He looks to Rhea with nothing but absolute reverential adoration. This is the Rhea he had first fell in awe of and he wishes that she would show it more.
“Not trying to dissuade you, my enchanting goddess, I just wish there were more of them. Do you think that we can keep one? We can make him as one of your priests like days of old. I still have the knives, Rhea. You could drive him to the visions and he’d do it willingly just to make them cease.” If it would make her smile, who was he not to offer such an idea up to her?
A collective attempt at crossing of legs and bound hands going over groins occur at mere mention of such an idea and despite him being the one to suggest, even Attis twitches just a little, considering his own past losses.
He lights a menthol cigarette and hands it over to his lady with a million imperfections-one to match each good and true thing about her.
~
There is a loud cracking sound before she answers, as she backhands the soldier she had been speaking to in the first place. She does it not once, not twice, but three times and waits until a bruising swell begins before looking to Attis. Why they were here in the first place, she could hazard a guess, but it is more likely they were seeking shelter or opportunity from wrath they were facing outside in the darkness. Doesn't matter. Nobody barges in on her home. Nobody.
The soldiers had given up a good fight-as much as they could in her quarters, but against her staff, they were taken aback. Not helpless, just a case of too little too late when they realized what she had pulled out, moments after they had made their obnoxious entrance. The one foolhardy enough to attempt striking her and succeed in copping a feel, now lay in a pile of broken limbs and gushing wounds. That was simply an appetizer with no powers; a plain old-fashioned beating until he collapsed, with the staff she could have split him in two with.
“Thank you.” Sitting cross-legged rather than getting back up, Rhea takes a few well-deserved drags then crushes it, mercifully in an ashtray rather than on the soldier. “No, I have no need of that from them.” She waves her hand dismissively towards the soldiers before giving her Attis an appraising eye.
“You really should have left. You never listen, you know.”
“Yes, I know,” Attis replies dryly after sitting down, wincing as he feels the already healing wounds on his person. Checking the sole of his heel, he grimaces when seeing a ring imprint from the soldier and then shrugs. No, it is not his true nature to be sadistic, but he dared to harm Rhea and in his presence no less. He would give up his immortal bones in any endeavor to please and or protect Rhea. It is not a logical train of thought, as Rhea needs no such service as far as defense goes, but it is the thought that counts or so he believes.
~
“Are you really going to feed them to…” he nods toward the lions held in check as he picks up the cub and pets him.
“You bet I am, Attis. Lets give it a while longer and let the reality of their situation sink in, yes?”
“Your wish is my command, Meter Theon, but what about that one?” Attis cocks his head to the mass of flesh writhing in the corner from Rhea’s beating. Of the gathering of Arean guards here, that one was the only immortalized one. His body already beginning the painful process of healing, something would have to be done with him.
“He goes as well; rather hard to become whole again when your ashes are scattered to the winds." Rhea pauses to stretch and point to a fireplace large enough to roast a cow practically. "...but first, let’s just get rid of one thing he will not be needing anymore.”
Extending her hand open-palmed, Rhea nods a thank you as Attis gives her “the” knife he had mentioned previously. This isn’t going to be pretty and as much as would love to sit there and watch, he shepherds the pathetic lot of bound soldiers to where the lion’s usually slept and the chariot was stored. He does not have to look when he hears the screams from the main room to know that Rhea went through with the deed and when she yells duck, the offending member goes sailing past him, hitting the far wall.
~
The men taken care of, he walks back in just as Rhea heads toward him. One hand is on her shoulder where the soldier had bit through his own gag in retaliation for the castration, keeping pressure on until the wound itself closes just enough.
“"Go get his...before they...want all his parts burned. Start a fire after that...On second thought..."
She starts the fire herself.
"Five more minutes then I am sending them in…” She waits patiently for Attis to retrieve the dismembered part.
True to her word, five minutes later, she has Attis open the door and shoos her babies inside, giving them the green light to feed until not a scrap of flesh is left. The other soldier is unceremoniously tossed into the fire after further dismemberment and no further thought given to their sorry hides.
~
Without speaking to each other, the home now becomes their focus. Making sure her shoulder is all right, kissing the flesh where teeth had sunk in, Attis helps Rhea begin setting to right any signs of disturbance. However, this will be no easy task, as ichor was spilled. Much thought would have to be put into what should permanently cover over the splattered mess. Neither speaks of the carnage just moments before, as they are sure this is far from over for them.
“Manual or a wave of your hand?” Attis asks and points out the remaining destruction with one hand, massaging her sore shoulder with the other.
Rhea says nothing, simply waving her hand and all but the immortal blood spilled is taken care of. Some days, it is good to be a goddess.
~
Time for a break and it is a good thing that the baths were not even touched. Urging Rhea to leave the rest of the mess behind for at least an hour, Attis herds her with patience born from centuries of practice, into that particular area. So much blood and ichor on their clothes that she has not even noticed yet and Attis sighs inwardly. He knows it will be a little while longer before she is truly refreshed and ready for what else is coming their way. He whispers something suggestive in her ear to tempt. She makes a half-hearted attempt to push away, even going so far as to slap his cheek--fair trade.
Rhea is no fool, she will take comfort where she can find it and after so much time together, Attis knows just where to…whoever had said that a eunuch could not still please a woman, was a fool indeed. No, she stays right by his side, letting him guide her to the baths, suddenly looking forward to getting “really” clean.
~
One hour later…
“Feel better?”
“Much, thank you.” Not really. Her time spent destroying a few piddly guards have only served to remind her of what her role is or isn't in this world of theirs, her children.
"Your babies love you in their own way. You know that." Attis smoothes back a lock of her hair and the looks to the fireplace. He makes a mental note to dispose of those ashes personally, making sure they are scattered far and wide.
"I know..."
As they both look out one of her few windows into the darkened day, all that is left to do is wait and see what else this night/day brings to their doorstep.
ooc
Edited this post to fit with what's happening, hopefully. mun feels like a big boob-email at doreenew@gmail.com with questions
*Nobody barges in on her home. Nobody. Especially when she is in a mood
*The soldiers had given up a good fight-as much as they could in her quarters, but given her staff, the mood she was in and the general feeling of “Gods not again” in reaction to the ruckus outside, they were taken aback.
* hopefully, this makes them less the agitators and this could open up possibilities (in later rp) that it was a misunderstanding on her part.
To the sounds of imminent war on the mountain...
scrape-scrape-scrape
“Let me tell you something about women-mothers, to be more precise. No matter how wronged they may feel by their children, no matter the slight or how opposite in nature they are from each other, they will defend their cubs to the death. Isn’t that right, baby?” Outside, she can hear footsteps of those passing by, not knowing or caring the side they were on--for now she was solely occupied with this moment.
Rhea pauses to crouch low as one of the female lions comes near to sniff the blood, some of it ichor, on her knife as she wipes it on her pants. She whispers something indelicate into her ear, causing the lioness to snarl and spit in an effort to stay at ease like a good soldier. As if they overheard, even the male lions seem affronted, though they too hold themselves in check, waiting for Rhea's command.
"Seems that she agrees with me,” she adds, sneering at the nameless Arean soldier who dared, along with a few others, to enter her home for whatever reason it was or what right that they thought they had in such a perilous time.
“…Especially after I told her that you and your friends were out to have a little lion cub, her lion cub to be exact. I suppose that now might be a bad time to tell you that to her, I have made you appear as fellow lions out to kill her baby. Good luck with that.”
Eyes widen and the body struggles in its confines, but Rhea does not notice. Oh, she would be pleased by it, but her attention is elsewhere as Attis quietly coughs in the corner, giving her “a look”.
“Attis, you know better than I, that this is war or what passes for it and they are fair game and subject to my mercy…” There is that and the fact that him, along with his fellow soldiers, are providing a helluva big outlet for frustrations built. No, she is not going to get a medal for this and knows that at minimum, she is only taking out a small handful. It is not much, considering what she thinks may be happening outside her new home on Olympus.
“…and what little mercy I have has long since left the building. If you did not want to see this, you should have left when I told you.”
~
Attis stands there, studying her. It has been so long since she has seen her as this: strong and fierce, her darker side coming out; that is far more serious and it is infinitely more beautiful. She has asked him to take leave more than an hour ago when they both saw the darkness descend and then the smell of fire on the mountain. Attis had declined. There was no way he was leaving his mistress’ goddess’ side for a good long time.
He steps closer, circling around one particular soldier, whose bindings had loosened. Stepping on fingers first, breaking every one, he smirks as they crunch under his heel before rebinding. He looks to Rhea with nothing but absolute reverential adoration. This is the Rhea he had first fell in awe of and he wishes that she would show it more.
“Not trying to dissuade you, my enchanting goddess, I just wish there were more of them. Do you think that we can keep one? We can make him as one of your priests like days of old. I still have the knives, Rhea. You could drive him to the visions and he’d do it willingly just to make them cease.” If it would make her smile, who was he not to offer such an idea up to her?
A collective attempt at crossing of legs and bound hands going over groins occur at mere mention of such an idea and despite him being the one to suggest, even Attis twitches just a little, considering his own past losses.
He lights a menthol cigarette and hands it over to his lady with a million imperfections-one to match each good and true thing about her.
~
There is a loud cracking sound before she answers, as she backhands the soldier she had been speaking to in the first place. She does it not once, not twice, but three times and waits until a bruising swell begins before looking to Attis. Why they were here in the first place, she could hazard a guess, but it is more likely they were seeking shelter or opportunity from wrath they were facing outside in the darkness. Doesn't matter. Nobody barges in on her home. Nobody.
The soldiers had given up a good fight-as much as they could in her quarters, but against her staff, they were taken aback. Not helpless, just a case of too little too late when they realized what she had pulled out, moments after they had made their obnoxious entrance. The one foolhardy enough to attempt striking her and succeed in copping a feel, now lay in a pile of broken limbs and gushing wounds. That was simply an appetizer with no powers; a plain old-fashioned beating until he collapsed, with the staff she could have split him in two with.
“Thank you.” Sitting cross-legged rather than getting back up, Rhea takes a few well-deserved drags then crushes it, mercifully in an ashtray rather than on the soldier. “No, I have no need of that from them.” She waves her hand dismissively towards the soldiers before giving her Attis an appraising eye.
“You really should have left. You never listen, you know.”
“Yes, I know,” Attis replies dryly after sitting down, wincing as he feels the already healing wounds on his person. Checking the sole of his heel, he grimaces when seeing a ring imprint from the soldier and then shrugs. No, it is not his true nature to be sadistic, but he dared to harm Rhea and in his presence no less. He would give up his immortal bones in any endeavor to please and or protect Rhea. It is not a logical train of thought, as Rhea needs no such service as far as defense goes, but it is the thought that counts or so he believes.
~
“Are you really going to feed them to…” he nods toward the lions held in check as he picks up the cub and pets him.
“You bet I am, Attis. Lets give it a while longer and let the reality of their situation sink in, yes?”
“Your wish is my command, Meter Theon, but what about that one?” Attis cocks his head to the mass of flesh writhing in the corner from Rhea’s beating. Of the gathering of Arean guards here, that one was the only immortalized one. His body already beginning the painful process of healing, something would have to be done with him.
“He goes as well; rather hard to become whole again when your ashes are scattered to the winds." Rhea pauses to stretch and point to a fireplace large enough to roast a cow practically. "...but first, let’s just get rid of one thing he will not be needing anymore.”
Extending her hand open-palmed, Rhea nods a thank you as Attis gives her “the” knife he had mentioned previously. This isn’t going to be pretty and as much as would love to sit there and watch, he shepherds the pathetic lot of bound soldiers to where the lion’s usually slept and the chariot was stored. He does not have to look when he hears the screams from the main room to know that Rhea went through with the deed and when she yells duck, the offending member goes sailing past him, hitting the far wall.
~
The men taken care of, he walks back in just as Rhea heads toward him. One hand is on her shoulder where the soldier had bit through his own gag in retaliation for the castration, keeping pressure on until the wound itself closes just enough.
“"Go get his...before they...want all his parts burned. Start a fire after that...On second thought..."
She starts the fire herself.
"Five more minutes then I am sending them in…” She waits patiently for Attis to retrieve the dismembered part.
True to her word, five minutes later, she has Attis open the door and shoos her babies inside, giving them the green light to feed until not a scrap of flesh is left. The other soldier is unceremoniously tossed into the fire after further dismemberment and no further thought given to their sorry hides.
~
Without speaking to each other, the home now becomes their focus. Making sure her shoulder is all right, kissing the flesh where teeth had sunk in, Attis helps Rhea begin setting to right any signs of disturbance. However, this will be no easy task, as ichor was spilled. Much thought would have to be put into what should permanently cover over the splattered mess. Neither speaks of the carnage just moments before, as they are sure this is far from over for them.
“Manual or a wave of your hand?” Attis asks and points out the remaining destruction with one hand, massaging her sore shoulder with the other.
Rhea says nothing, simply waving her hand and all but the immortal blood spilled is taken care of. Some days, it is good to be a goddess.
~
Time for a break and it is a good thing that the baths were not even touched. Urging Rhea to leave the rest of the mess behind for at least an hour, Attis herds her with patience born from centuries of practice, into that particular area. So much blood and ichor on their clothes that she has not even noticed yet and Attis sighs inwardly. He knows it will be a little while longer before she is truly refreshed and ready for what else is coming their way. He whispers something suggestive in her ear to tempt. She makes a half-hearted attempt to push away, even going so far as to slap his cheek--fair trade.
Rhea is no fool, she will take comfort where she can find it and after so much time together, Attis knows just where to…whoever had said that a eunuch could not still please a woman, was a fool indeed. No, she stays right by his side, letting him guide her to the baths, suddenly looking forward to getting “really” clean.
~
One hour later…
“Feel better?”
“Much, thank you.” Not really. Her time spent destroying a few piddly guards have only served to remind her of what her role is or isn't in this world of theirs, her children.
"Your babies love you in their own way. You know that." Attis smoothes back a lock of her hair and the looks to the fireplace. He makes a mental note to dispose of those ashes personally, making sure they are scattered far and wide.
"I know..."
As they both look out one of her few windows into the darkened day, all that is left to do is wait and see what else this night/day brings to their doorstep.
ooc
Edited this post to fit with what's happening, hopefully. mun feels like a big boob-email at doreenew@gmail.com with questions
*Nobody barges in on her home. Nobody. Especially when she is in a mood
*The soldiers had given up a good fight-as much as they could in her quarters, but given her staff, the mood she was in and the general feeling of “Gods not again” in reaction to the ruckus outside, they were taken aback.
* hopefully, this makes them less the agitators and this could open up possibilities (in later rp) that it was a misunderstanding on her part.