Ares' Prize [ Delirium & Hemingway ]
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				Title: <strong>Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 02:38:45</strong>
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				Ares stood astride the beaten Amazon, challenge burning like madness in his dark eyes. Beads of sweat on his forehead, just below his cropped, dark hair, were the only signs of exertion he displayed. The only clothes he wore, a chlamys and simple loincloth, both the color of blood, had not a stain or scratch on them.<br><br>In the guise of a mortal King, the god of war had appeared before the Amazons, demanding the right to challenge their assertion that no man, mortal or otherwise, could match the skill of Amazon warriors. He had issued a simple challenge: he would fight any warrior of their choosing, and if defeated, would give to the Amazons a hundred of his finest warriors, to do with as they pleased, and that among those one hundred, he would be as well. If he won, however, the warrior who had fought him would be his property, his to do with as he pleased, to take away and strip of all pride.<br><br>The Amazons had laughed at him, mocked him, and accepted his challenge simply for their own amusement.<br><br>Not one of the women said a word when their finest warrior lay bruised and beaten in the mud. The man before them had not even cut her, but simple smacked her with the flat of his blade, repeatedly, tauntingly, before finally wrestling her effortlessly to the ground after she had worn herself out.<br><br>When he saw the woman beneath him would not go on, that despite her best efforts to get up and continue the fight, she was too worn out to take another swing at him, he stepped away, pivoting, arms held high in celebration.<br><br>"Let this be a lesson to the Amazons," he proclaimed, boldly, loudly, his tone one of great mirth. "A lesson not to let pride get the better of you, to appreciate that while no invading army has yet beaten you, you are but mortal, <em>and</em>" he said, and stopping, a wicked grin on his lips, he pointed to the leader of the Amazons, "<em>and</em> Sparta is a far way from here. The Spartans, at least, have enough sense to keep me . . ." he trailed off, wagging his finger as though searching for the propper word. "Chained. Do you know who I am?" he asked the leader, cocking his head curiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:02:34</strong>
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				It had been a typical afternoon in their village.&nbsp; Otrera had been attending to an archery class for the newest warriors in the village - young ladies of 12, of course.&nbsp; <em>"String your bows!&nbsp; Aim!&nbsp; Fire.&nbsp; Reload immediately.&nbsp; Always remember - men are ruthless and cunning, but they are weak cowards.&nbsp; Show them your fighting spirit, and they will cower before you!"</em> she had cried vehemently.&nbsp; The amazon prided her skills and her tribe.&nbsp; It was no wonder that she had laughed the loudest when the strange king had approached them with his bargain.&nbsp; Easily, Otrera was chosen to teach the upstart a lesson.&nbsp; <br><br>The battle had barely lasted fifteen minutes.&nbsp; Otrera fought with all her might, refusing to accept defeat.&nbsp; And now, she knelt in the earth, sweat drenching her hair and chiton, mud caked about her battered body.&nbsp; How could this be possible?&nbsp; She!&nbsp; The champion fighter, whose name was known for miles around!&nbsp; Her sisters gaped with horror at the arena, but neither spoke nor moved.<br><br>Hate blazed in her eyes as she gazed up at the warrior king who had bested her.&nbsp; She seethed, unwilling to respond at first.&nbsp; But the fight had been won, and on her honor, she had to submit to this... creature.&nbsp; "You are nothing more than a lucky man," she spat callously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:16:16</strong>
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				Ares turned where he stood, quickly leaning down, practically swooping, over the fallen Amazon. The jut of his chin, and the slight point of his short beard gave him a vicious, almost animalistic look, as he snarled his response. "I am so much more than a man, <em>woman</em>. I am <em>Ares</em>, I am <em>war</em>!" he hissed, and grinned at her.<br><br>"What about you, what are you? You are <em>mine</em>," he said, in a calmer, more measured, seething tone. "You will do well to remember that, <em>girl</em>," he said, before once more standing up straight, regarding the others that surrounded them.<br><br>"Unless anyone objects, and wishes to test their blade against me," he said, eyes narrow, as he glanced across the spectators, one after the other, "I will take my prize and leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:30:15</strong>
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				"W--wha...?"&nbsp; Ares?&nbsp; What was the god of war doing here?<br><br>Finally, her sisters cried out.&nbsp; <em>Deceiver!&nbsp; Injustice!&nbsp; How dare he!</em> they cried with fury.<br><br>"Silence!" Otrera bellowed above the rest.&nbsp; Just as abruptly as the jeering began, it was arrested.&nbsp; Struggling to stand, the fallen amazon knew that even as a mob, none here would stand a chance against the mighty Olympian.&nbsp; Her legs would not support her, and so she hoped that kneeling would suffice for the god.<br><br>Shame hanging about her shoulders, Otrera held an arm across her chest, her fist resting at her heart.&nbsp; "Lord Ares.&nbsp; You have defeated me.&nbsp; In doing so, you have also disgraced me."&nbsp; She tilted her head backward, exposing her throat.&nbsp; "So end my life swiftly.&nbsp; I would rather die than be your servant," she begged, disgust fairly dripping from her words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 01:34:51</strong>
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				Ares seemed amused by the Amazons' indignation. Shrugging his shoulders and lifting his arms, he turned, grinning at the crowd.<br><br>"Is there anyone who would challenge me for my prize?" Ares asked, mockingly. Before he could elaborate on the challenge, however, the beaten Amazon spoke, and his attention turned back to her.&nbsp; Chortling, he shook his head slowly. "You will hold your tongue and do as I say," he hissed at the defeated Amazon. "You, in your hubris, thought you were unbeatable. You will face the consequences of such arrogance, foolish mortal. Perhaps you would begin by kissing your master's feet? Surely, they are no less clean than the mud you've been rolling around in."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 01:52:20</strong>
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				Otrera flushed indignantly at the idea of anything so demeaning as kissing someone's foot - god or otherwise.&nbsp; She was ready to rebuff Ares, but then a wicked thought entered her head.&nbsp; "Yes, my master," she replied humbly.&nbsp; <br><br>A gasp rippled through the crowd as the Amazon lowered her head to Ares' feet.&nbsp; She placed a gentle kiss upon his sandal.&nbsp; Just when it seemed to all that Otrera had lost her wits, the bitter woman glanced hatefully at the god and gave him a vicious bite at his big toe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 16:04:59</strong>
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				Ares watched the Amazon bend down in the mud, pressing her lips to his sandal, with great satisfaction. Perhaps he should have seen it coming, the act of defiance, but when her teeth bit into his toe, he swore loudly, jerking his foot back, and immediately bent down to punish the Amazon.<br><br>The god grabbed her by the hair, wrapping it once around his knuckles and pulling her up. With a snarl, he smacked her firmly across the cheeks, enough so to mark her skin red, though without any lasting injury. Satisfied, he loosened his grip on her hair, and gave her a forceful shove downward, to once more leave her in the mud.<br><br>Towering over her, legs parted ever so slightly to create the image of a dominant god looking down upon a mere mortal, he said, "The next time, you will be kissing the ground on which I walk, woman. Now, we are leaving, you and I."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ares' Prize [ Delirium &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 02:13:13</strong>
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				Otrera gasped with pain as Ares' firm hand struck her across the face.&nbsp; She held the injured cheek, rage filling her spirit.&nbsp; Her scalp ached, having been so roughly handled.&nbsp; Ares was not going to be a gentle master; of that she could be certain.<br><br>Still.&nbsp; She had had her revenge, for now.&nbsp; As promised, she would acquiesce to the god.&nbsp; "Yes, Lord Ares," she grumbled begrudgingly.&nbsp; The Amazon bowed her head, avoiding the stares of her sisters, who watched her with great sadness and pity.
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