Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica)
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				Title: <strong>Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 02:23:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://weaponsandwarfare.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/bgfddgfb.jpg)</div><br>It was a fine, crisp autumn day in southern Celtica. A season of change, as the chill of winter began to creep down from the northern forests, oversaw a transformation of civilization. Over the summer, three legions of the Roman Republic had campaigned, marching north from the border forts, towns and cities of Gallia Transalpina. The natives peoples of the region had been divided, those who were friends of Rome, had sent their warrior to bolster the legions, while those who had raided southward, arrayed against them. Throughout the summer, skirmish and battles had been fought across the Celtic lands of southern Gaul.<br><br>Now, the land was declared pacified and a province of Rome. Settlers from Italy,&nbsp; Gallia Transalpina and Gallia Cisalpina had trickled in, building new towns, some over the burned ruins of Celtic ones. Of course, natives remained, those who had joined the legions still in their hill forts and villages. Those who were spared, both from death or slavery, allowed to remain in their villages, although their hill forts taken and either destroyed or rebuilt into legionary posts, as roads began to take form between settlements. Not the fabled paved roads, to be found in Italy or Hispania but the first, crude dirt paths, which would serve as the base for future, proper roads.<br><br>Nor was the only “city” in the new province, which had yet to be named, truly worthy of the title, at least by true Roman standards. Set on the western bank of the Saone, this city is centered around a legionary fort, call Lupus Castrum. Surrounding a number of barracks, storehouses and a larger villa, the former headquarters for the consul, who had conquered the region, was a raised earthen wall, topped with a palisade and guard towers. Around the wall, a ditch. All of the buildings were made of wood, not stone and very few had plaster. Most were made of naked logs. There had been some effort to begin paving the roads through the fort but that project might be finished, come the winter.<br><br>Outside, to the west and north, a number of settlers had built homes, along with a few markets, stables and taverns, all crude wood as well and none plastered or tiled. A bathhouse was under construction but it would appear it wouldn’t be finished until the spring, leaving the river for bathing. Nor were there any temples yet.<br><br>Few of the legions, in fact only one, could remain to keep the peace, as wars elsewhere needed them. Most of the professional soldiers were replaced by human militia manning the fortifications in exchange for land and not expected to fight far from their holdings or the Auxilia, raised from the natives. However, many of those were not sworn to Rome but were in truth Foederati, troops local chieftains had supplied, under treaty. Their loyalty was questionable to say the least, as their willingness to fight hinged on their chiefs, what those old men saw to gain from working with the Republic and their fear of returning legions.<br><br>Most of that one legion, the IV, was scattered about the province, in patrols or still manning a few of the smaller forts. Only one Cohort remained in Lupus Castrum, with the rest of the barrack space filled with Auxilia. As the sun reached it’s zenith, that cohort mustered in the drill field, in full kit. Each man wore a lorica hamata and helmet and carried his oval scutum, sheathed gladius at his hip and gripped a pilum. Filling the rest of the space, were the Auxilia or at least those that would fit in the limited space.<br><br>Some were human men but most were of the animalistic wolven clans. Although of two races, all were Celtic people and they gathered around their chieftains or those war leaders appointed in the chieftain’s place. Theirs was a riot of gear. Shields, some oval and others more square, painted in hundreds of designs and patterns. Most bore heavy stabbing spears or light javelins, although was a goodly core of them, who could afford long bladed swords. Most wore nothing more than trousers, in as many patterns as the shields. Those with armor, normally wore just leather and maybe a helmet, although a few had a shirt of mail.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Near to the cohort stood one of the most important leaders of the Auxilia, a Wolf prince named Nuallán (http://www.goldenwolfen.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/sacredwaters_clean.jpg). Tall and proud, he stood at 7 pedes 6 uncia at the crown of his head and a little taller, if you wanted to count the tips of his ears. Powerfully built with wide shoulders and a broad, deep chest, he was a prime example of his race. Thick fur covered him, mostly a dark grey, from the top of his head, down his neck and over his back, slightly wrapping around his sides. Edging the grey was a line of light tan, forming a border along the white of his throat, chest and belly, along with the underside of his strong arms and most of his muscled digitigrade legs. There was a thicker ruff in the middle of his chest. Set against the fur, wrapped around his biceps, were bands of richly decorated gold and about his neck, was a well fitting torc of gold. <br><br>This barbarian prince wore trousers of checkered green and red, with a belt of gold links on his hips. Hanging from that belt was a sheathed longsword (http://casiberia.com/img/prod/lp0073.jpg) and a bronze hilted dagger (http://www.bladesandbows.co.uk/ekmps/shops/bladesbows/images/celtic-dagger-102-p.jpg). He bore no shield, not this day but instead, stood at his ease, arms folded across his chest, intense golden eyes watching the main gate of the fort, waiting for the arrival of the new Proconsul and his family. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 17:32:48</strong>
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				The Proconsul and his family were coming toward the gate in horse drawn caravans. At least a half dozen of the covered wagons were trotting down the makeshift dirty road toward the settlement where Gaius had been assigned to live and work as a liaison between the wolfish peoples of the north. <br><br>He once bore good dealings with the leader of a particular clan and it fostered much growth in their economy, as well as insight from the locals about how best to live in their savage lands before Rome could fully colonize it. He had done such a glorious job in fact that his family was invited to come with him to his new holdings, along with a large retinue of slaves and guards who mostly followed on foot behind the caravans. Yet the power had gone to his head for Gaius no longer care about trivial things such as negotiating trade with the local merchants. He wanted <em>more</em>.<br><br>In the lead caravan behind a small protective formation of soldiers sat the Proconsul's family. The man himself was eager to go to work yet his daughter Livia did not hold that same enthusiasm. In fact, his daughter was distraught when she first heard she would be joining Gaius, on his insistence of course. There was nothing left for them at home - Lupus Castrum was to be their future. Livia would wed a famous General or politician once construction on the city was finished and it was populated by more Roman citizens beyond the plebs who carried out the manual work.<br><br>"Perhaps Castra Vetera will be a suitable name?" Gaius thought out loud to himself as he scratched the days old stubble along his jawline. He was once a soldier for Rome in his youth but came into the field of politics like a fish to water shortly after returning from service. The older man still boasted a fairly fit physique despite his age, though he and his late wife Scylla had been young parents of a fortuitous arrangement as evidenced by the lack of weathering on his wife's features when she was still alive the previous spring. The slightest of crows feet or a furrow in her brow indicated she was a matron, as not a single silver hair sprouted from her brunette head yet. It made it all the more surprising when she took ill and died.<br><br>Livia (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fd/17/25/fd1725aef3cd21a8ccb1b89d1e9372a2.jpg) sat opposite her father in the litter with a dour expression on her face. The journey took some months and she was glad it was over, but it was a bitter sweet sort of joy in that she was now resigned to a provincial life. Many wealthy nobles had homes in the countryside, her father assured her. Yet they were extremely far from others of their status. <br><br>Their adult daughter peered out over the rolling knolls and golden plains with nothing short of boredom and dislike behind her vibrant hazel eyes. Like earthy bronze her gaze was harsh across the northern conquered lands where she presumed its people would be nothing short of barbaric and her livings would be sparse - the latter of which seemed to be coming true as they came to the front of the fort. Soldiers shouted and parted the wooden gate to grant the Proconsul and his family entry along with the long procession of servants, soldiers, and necessities they brought with them. Clothing, food, grains and seeds, armaments from the heart of Rome itself. And of course enough gold for the Proconsul to keep everyone satisfied.<br><br>"This is it?" Livia asked her father in shock. Her angular brow furrowed as she let go of the cloth curtain to turn towards her father. Long tendrils of dark auburn hair, a smattering of deep gold and red hues, wound around her back and shoulders in a mess of tight curls, with a few braids formed at her temples to keep the hair away from her face. In the dimness of the litter it was not difficult to see the redness rise in her fair cheeks in anger, almost making the light distribution of freckles over her face seem non-existent. <br><br>When the litter stopped Gaius merely shook his head at his daughter. He urged her to see more in the growing city. He would make it a glorious and triumphant hold of Roman ideals in the barbaric north. First the Proconsul departed the litter and then extended his hand to his disgruntled daughter. In the light of day she took on a more radiant glow, though the rings of gold on her arms certainly cast a lovely hue onto her skin as well. Reams of cream linen swathed her body and a deep blue stola was wrapped around her waist and thrown over her shoulder to pull the material in. Her form was lean and slender with the womanly curves of her hips, chest and backside being shown off quite well.<br><br>Ahead of the pair stood a strange assortment of creatures whom her father told her of well in advance. Gaius made a bee-line toward the head of the cohort to begin introductions, recognizing the wolf prince as his father had dealt with Gaius on a near daily basis. They had been friendly, in fact.<br><br>"I see the paving has begun." Gaius said, trying to put on a cheerful voice as he eyed the minute areas of progression around the settlement, although his words came forward as nonchalant. Most buildings were wooden and crude, with the proper materials only just arriving a few days behind his caravan. Livia followed her father and came to stand beside him when he paused in front of Nuallán. When she joined her father's side he put a hand on her back as if he were presenting her to a Magistrate or someone of actual worth.<br><br>"This is my daughter, Livia," explained the Proconsul as he made quick work of introductions. He immediately began to ask after Nuallán's father and inquired about the progress of the settlement's structures. In the mean, his daughter eyed the beast somewhat openly though it could be attributed more to curiosity than anything malicious or haughty. He was a very... interesting specimen. Livia had no remaining prospects in Ostia but perhaps she could find a way to enjoy herself in the north after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>23-02-2016, 17:16:00</strong>
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				Eyes followed the new Proconsul, as he exited the litter and not just Roman eyes. While it&nbsp; was true enough that the legionaries of the cohort all looked to the personification of the Roman Rule but their women and children, peeking out from the barracks, watched too. Of course, those eyes might go unnoticed, given the open and rather brazen stares of the Auxilia. There was no hostility in their eyes, those of men and wolves but there was curiosity and judgement. The man who had commanded the legions and ruled until the province was declared pacified, Lars Cicereius Veturius, had been respected for his prowess in battle. To most of the native warriors, this man was unknown to them. <br><br>But not to all. <br><br>Those natives who either knew Gaius, which could only be a handful or had seen him before, were standing behind the impressive form of Prince Nuallán. Their eyes at least also held welcome. They knew of this man in friendship, from feast and trade, with respect and rich gifts between their clan and his family. Even then though, at least the warriors wondered. They knew him from peace but there was still a strong chance for war. Not all the clans in the region were willing to be yoked by Rome and there plenty of clans ready to raid to the north, west and east and not all of them Celts. <br><br>In fact, the Prince’s proud gaze followed Gaius at first, as the Proconsul went first to his fellow Romans, which was of course proper. But as the man meet with Legionary commander, the Legatus, the Cohort’s commander, the Tribune and the senior Centurion, his golden eyes slid over to study the young woman following the Proconsul. A young wife maybe? Perhaps a daughter? Either way, she had a pleasing form, which he enjoyed watching, at least until he noticed Gaius starting to turn away from the Roman officers. It would never do to stare when it could be seen. <br><br>“The moon’s blessing upon you” said Nuallán, bowing his noble head in greeting, when Gaius introduced the young woman, although his latin was a bit rough. So she was a daughter? Now there was an interesting possibility. There were not many great Roman men here but a few score of great warriors and chieftains among the clans. If Gaius was wise, he would cement Roman power here, with his daughter. While Rome might assign new governors, tying the clans to Rome by blood, would be a rather stronger binding, than the threat of legions and would he not want to have his blood linked to his strongest allies? <br><br>As the Prince answered the Proconsul quickly, there was a smile on his muzzle. It could easily be explained away, by the fact that the Roman had asked after his father, thus showing his friendship with the clan before the assembled warriors. In truth, it was because he could feel eyes upon him, from the young woman and he had caught a glimpse of her looking him over, from the corner of his golden orbs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>25-02-2016, 19:14:08</strong>
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				The way the wolfish creature spoke was somewhat alluring to Livia. His words were clear in her head and she realized he must have shared their more civilized tongue, no doubt thanks to her father's influence on the area. Gaius often spouted praise for himself on opening so many avenues of trade with the wolf people and especially his good relations with their leader: the one he was asking after, she suspected. It was so surreal to see men and wolf alike standing side by side to greet her father after he made his introductions with the small handful of high ranking Romans who already lived in the patchwork settlement. The plebs and workers took to the wolves like kin.<br><br>Livia's musings on the social structure of the settlement - which her father so lovingly called Castra Vetera while ruminating such titles to himself - were put on hold when she noticed that the wolf prince replied to her father. His position in the clan was made clear as her father greeted him by his title after asking about the Chief. Royalty among savages? She almost snickered. Yet his golden orbs were upon her before her features could even contort in the slightest.<br><br>Feeling like a child caught in the act of misbehaving, Livia at first balked at those wandering eyes. And... was he smirking at her? Then of course her arrogance took over immediately and she glared over at the wolf prince for having the audacity to catch her eye as she inspected him. They were all beneath her and beneath her father, after all.<br><br>"I am pleased to hear of your progress with the settlement's construction. I would meet with your father as soon as possible to discuss some developing news, Nuallán," Gaius began to say as he took a quick look over his shoulder. The older man's eyes paused on the home that was farthest to the north of the makeshift city and looked to have the majority of its construction completed where stone and plaster was available, although some parts were still rough wood.<br><br>"Take me to him, I would have him meet my daughter," said Gaius with a polite smile but something seemed strained in him, his demeanour changed slightly. <br><br>He nodded his head to steer himself and Nuallán further inside the city. The procession of plebs and wolves would be broken up quickly to get back to their tasks now that the brief introduction was made. There was something else behind Gaius' eyes however as he spoke to Nuallán and urged him onwards, an air of superiority perhaps. Livia did not think it was in her father's nature to be cruel but she knew quite well how manipulative he could be - and she wondered if his time in Rome after her mother's death changed something in him. The magistrates had given the Proconsul explicit orders to act in their stead which he did not even share with his daughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>11-03-2016, 19:22:42</strong>
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				“Oh course Honored Gaius” replied Nuallán, again bowing his noble visage, and gesturing one large, strong hand towards the large home-like building on the far side of the city, “My father awaits there Sir, with many of the other Chieftains, whose warriors joined with the men of Rome.” <br><br>Those intense golden orbs studied the Proconsul, as the Prince of wolves strode forwards to lead the way. There was something different, he was not fully the same man, who had met with the Celtic peoples before, whom they had named bother and feast in honors. There was something off. Of course, their friend had been appointed high office by his people, to be the voice of Rome, here, north of all his people’s holdings. There had been much promised by this man and the clans had already paid much in blood. <br><br>In fact, it was a tithe they were still paying for the peace and prosperity of Rome. Their own rivals, those they had feuded with and fought against with the Romans, were still there, restless and ready to settle grudges. Celts from the north and west were looking at them, ready to raid. But worse of all, Germani, both men and bear-folk, were ranging south and west of the Rhine. No warbands were marauding yet but raiders and rebels were yet to be found in the hills. <br><br>Around the Prince, Proconsul and Livia, walked several of the wolven warriors, those of status, for they wore the long swords of the Celts, in addition to carrying spears. Although alert, they were relaxed, this was for honor, not because those in the city would harm anyone in the party and their steps were light, as all of them went from the fort, through the developing streets, if one could call those paths of packed earth, proper streets. <br><br>The house they approached was guarded. Over a dozen warriors stood outside, each one standing there for a single chieftain, wolves and men alike, armed like those escorting the trio and more often than not, wearing shirts of mail. The house itself was round, like any of them homes to be found in the villages and hillforts, only many times larger. Shoulder high walls of stone and plaster, led to a tall, steeply sloped roof of thatch, which wasn’t finished just yet, leaving the tips of the great beams exposed. <br><br>It had been decided among the chiefs, to build the home, so that they could visit the city when the Proconsul called them and not overwhelm his hospitality. While they know Gaius would treat them as guests, should they arrive in ones or twos. If he called all of them, room would be tight, even in the great Roman home, without offering offense, to a chief or their retainers. So they build this place, for all of their use. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 18:45:16</strong>
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				Livia smirked when she heard the savage animal's maw twist to form their words again. It was something she was becoming increasingly amused by as these strangers looked upon her father with a sense of familiarity and even reverence behind their glassy eyes. Her father was always excellent at leading, both in the forum and when it came to corralling the mundane plebs - there were many labourers and warriors in this muddy hole of a settlement who could fit that criteria, thought the Proconsul's daughter. <br><br>Gaius smiled in return to Nuallán's obedient and quick response. "That is good to hear. I am very eager to meet with your father and discuss more business. He has always been exceptionally amicable toward the many benefits Roman has to offer." He flashed his pearly teeth charismatically and nodded, making sure to keep a somewhat strained decorum while the other Generals and good Romans were nearby enough to see him exchange with the prince of wolves. She remained quiet all the while the prince motioned his great pawed hand up toward the largest building at the top of a hill crest at the back of the city. There, she hoped they would reside.<br><br>As they made their journey through the makeshift city, Livia let her eyes linger sidelong at the various wolven warriors who were in accompaniment to them. She felt some measure of unease but that was to be expected at such a new frightening thing. She leaned toward her father which caused the curtain of her vibrant red hair to fall around her visage and blocking the view of her lips as she spoke in a hushed whisper. "Will these beasts always be at our backs?" inquired the fiery redhead with a furrowed brow.<br><br>Her father smirked and nodded his head mildly, not wanting to make too much noise as they walked while the prince lead on to the house. He knew she would be dissatisfied but he could not make Castra Vetera into Rome on his daughters whim. Not when he was in the pocket of the senate.<br><br>Livia wrinkled her nose at the base home they came upon. It was large and made of plaster and stone on the sides, but the rooftops were still crude. Not like the multi levelled villas of Rome with open windows to let the warm breeze in. Here, the walls only kept the chill at bay. Her father didn't seem affected by the weather but he was warm to the touch when she bumped her arm against his. <br><br>The guards at the door yielded to Nuallán and must have recognized the Proconsul, as no fuss was made about his entry. Eyes were trained on his daughter however. Inside, Gaius immediately strode over the polished and swept stone floors and made a bee-line following Nuallán to his father, the chieftain. The only semblance of cleanliness and civility that Livia had seen yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming Her Wolf (IrishWolf and Andronica) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 23:28:08</strong>
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				A short passageway, from the door of the Chieftain's house, led into a large, round, central chamber. The floor was of cleverly fitted stones from the river, smoothed and polished, forming a swirling pattern, around a firepit in the very middle. Beams of sunlight filtered in through the unfinished roof, gleaming in patches of the thin curl of smoke, rising from the small fire. Arranged around the firepit, facing the door, were brightly colored cushions, upon which sat the Chieftains. Proudy and hearty, none were young men, all middle aged or older. Men and Wolves alike, united by language, custom and blood. <br><br>In the middle of their ranks, sat one much respected, for his wisdom and fabled feats of courage. A massive wolf, with bright golden eyes. His fur was once pure black but now the roots of his thick coat were getting hoary, like a silver lining to a black cloud. Thin, pure white stripes criss crossed his broad chest and bare arms,&nbsp; sure signs of scars and old wounds, including the one, which had crippled the once powerful right arm. Gold decorated him, gleaming arm bands, rings and a finely torc about his neck. <br><br>This was Brennus, first among these chieftains and although he could not led his warriors in battle, he left that to his son, Nuallán.<br><br>As Gaius and Livia entered the chamber, the Chieftains rose, some more slowly than others but it was a thing of age, from their white hair and fur, rather than insult. As the Proconsul approached, Brennus stepped forwards and embraced the man of Rome, in what would have been a crushing hug, had both arms worked properly, as if he was greeting a sibling, he had not seen in many weeks.<br><br>“Ah my brother” rumbled the mighty Chieftain, “You have made it!” 
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