Aug 15, 2007 01:22
He is small and slender, built like an acrobat or a tumbler. His body is covered in scars and he walks with a slight limp, making him look a bit older than his sixteen years. His eyes are ringed with kohl and he wears nothing more than a bright blue kilt and a leather belt but his arms and legs are covered in gold bangles and jeweled bracelets. His neck is encircled by gold and more hangs from his ears. It may seem a bit much to most but he is a bull-boy and they wear their patrons' favors. The jewelry means little when you are just a sacrifice.
He doesn't know why he has been plucked from the palace at Knossos but he isn't about to complain too much. For all his finery, he is just a slave and his time to die was fast approaching. The average life span was three months and their little band had already lived twice that long. He may not have liked Crete but this doesn't look like Athens and it therefore can't be good in his mind. So for now he just stands, watches, and shivers a little.
"Where in the name of Ever-Living Zeus am I?"
Typist: Phormion, a minor character in The King Must Die by Mary Renault. He is one of the seven Athenian youths sent as tribute to Crete with Theseus. He was a potter's son but is now a bull dancer. He is not pleased with the situation but takes advantage if the shiny.
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