It's Good To Be The King (Nero & Pixie)
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				Title: <strong>It's Good To Be The King (Nero &amp; Pixie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 00:55:15</strong>
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				Diomedes strolled nonchalantly up the few marble steps, his heavy armor falling behind him at every step. The battle had been won, and Argos was conquered. He unlatched piece after piece until he reached the top, and gazed beyond the magnificent entrance to the Palace before him. He turned, a stoic look on his face, as his men busily scurried about, a hive of bees attending to the after-math of a valiant battle. A steward came up to him with a bowl of tepid water, which he calmly used to clean off the gruesome sprays of blood upon his skin. He stood in his free flowing leather under-armor, as he gazed down, albeit only slightly, from the entrance to his new abode. The prior King was a weak and arrogant man, concerned only with his own well-being and status. His noble status did little to stop his fall as Diomedes threw him from the wall. <br><br>Diomedes threw on his characteristic smirk, a vibrant expression of the devilish playfulness that he was both famous and infamous for, as he began to step down the steps, eager to tour the rest of this newly acquired city. First come, First serve, he always said, and he chuckled as he kicked the armor out of his way. The steward nervously collected as much as he could carry, and after a few moment's hesitation, made an attempt at a bow before heading off to find someone to take care of it. Diomedes was walking amidst the solemnly quiet streets, as his mind began to wander. It had been an interesting battle, and he had to give the Argives their dues, as they fought with the valor of true warriors. But Diomedes was not going to have any presumptuous soldiers hold out between him and Troy. The Mycenaeans were aggressive to say the least, but he still believed he was right in following them. Troy was an unconquerable city, and Diomedes was eager to be a part of the legendary war that destroyed it. But things were needed here, and he already knew that Argos was a work-in-progress, if at least a crucial one. He flashed his grin at a fearful citizen as he saw the cracked door, which was swiftly shut. A siege without civilian bloodshed... Troy would fare as lucky.<br><br>His solitude was disturbed however, when a pair of brutish soldiers came around the corner, a bound woman in their arms. They were still a good distance away, but the noise and clamor they carried with them was easily distinguishable. He began to walk professionally towards them as he threw on the aire of their invincible commander; a king among his men. As the distance thinned, it became quite obvious to Diomedes that they had made a bit of a stop on the way here, and her clothes were ripped in some erotically crucial places. Her hair was in a mess, and her arms were bound behind her as the two men dragged her with them, the beastly grins settled in stone across their faces. Still, her beauty was apparent, and it was obvious why they were coming to <em>him</em>. They spoke with enthusiastic tones, eager for some kind of reward for their trophy. <br><br>"Here, my lord. A trophy for my liege. I hope you find her... <em>satisfactory</em>.." His joke elicited a devious chuckle or two from him and his compatriot, but Diomedes retained his stern expression, as he gripped her by the arms and pulled her to his side. His voice carried a subtle tone of authority as he spoke, the words themselves carrying the power that this god among men was known for. "Ah. I don't know whether to be happy of your consideration, or sad that you'd give me such second-hand gifts. Regardless, I thank you for your contribution, men. Surely there's work for you with settling the common-folk though..." His glare told the pair that his suggestion was not a suggestion at all, and they both scurried away, giving a quick salute as they made their exit. Diomedes gave a soft sigh as he glanced down to the bound woman beside him, his firm grip unflinching despite her struggles. When he voice arose once more, it was void of it's prior professionalism, and simply took on a carefree and playful tone, his gentle smirk only accentuating the expression.<br><br>"I hope my men weren't <em>too</em> rough with you. You know how beasts can be at times."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's Good To Be The King (Nero &amp; Pixie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 01:28:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"The same beast that you are, you mean?"&nbsp; Alexandria's tone was sharp and full of contempt as she spoke to her captor.&nbsp; She had been taken ruthlessly while praying in the room of the gods within the castle that she shared with her husband, Mykis.&nbsp; She had been informed that the city was under siege, something that she had expected for a long time coming, being that it seemed all of the Greek cities were falling under their own walls.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had been a bit too pleased when Mykis had set out to do his part in the army.&nbsp; She didn't love her husband and she never had.<br><br>Alexandria had married at the young age of only 16.&nbsp; Her marriage had been more or less a negotiation plan between her parents and Mykis, who wanted only the most prime and fertile woman to produce him an heir.&nbsp; In fact, she reasoned to herself, that was all her entire marriage was...One big, poor attempt at giving Mykis an heir.&nbsp; Something was wrong with her, though.&nbsp; She found that she couldn't quite keep a child to term.&nbsp; She had only been able to get pregnant three times in the nine years that she had been with Mykis, and those children had ended up being miscarried.&nbsp; At first, Alexandria thought that she had done something to gravely insult the Gods, and they were now cursing her with the one thing that would make her life a bit easier.<br><br>"I am not a trophy for you, or anyone," she spat, looking up at Diomedes.&nbsp; Her green eyes were ablaze with fury as she continued to struggle against her bindings.&nbsp; "I am a queen to this city and you would do well to treat me as such," she told him, keeping her pride and her wits about her.&nbsp; She was going to bow down to no man.&nbsp; She hadn't given Mykis the satisfaction during their marriage, and she wasn't going to start now with some stranger.&nbsp; "How dare you come in here and claim what is not yours?&nbsp; And you want to accuse your men of being beasts?&nbsp; You are no better than them...How long will it be before you rape me as well?" she accused, her stare trying to penetrate the cockiness that she found in his eyes.<br><br>In truth, she had been taken by a few of the men that had brought her to her present destination.&nbsp; She had been taken too many times than she cared to remember.&nbsp; These were men that were starved of human affection, and had found themselves fit to take out their frustrations on her body.&nbsp; She was ashamed of herself now.&nbsp; She could not struggle.&nbsp; She had been outnumbered.&nbsp; She had no choice but to lay there and take it.&nbsp; Those were the things that she kept telling herself, trying to rid herself of the bouts of self-hatred that was plaguing her mind since the last rape had occurred.&nbsp; Alexandria was not pleased with the kind of woman she had turned out to be in the past few hours, and she had a very sinking feeling that she was about to disappoint herself further before the night was done.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's Good To Be The King (Nero &amp; Pixie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 02:50:49</strong>
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				Diomedes chuckled as his gentle smirk morphed into a devil's grin. He loved a rebellious woman, and he loved breaking one down even more. He wasn't a masochist or a rapist per se; it was more of a enjoyment off of the taunting and teasing that made the entire process a thrill to undertake, besides his obvious duties. He took no time to reply to her sharp tongue, as his words came up through rough lips, contrastingly smooth and whimsical. "Well then my fiesty darling, if you're Queen, and I'm now King, I do believe they wouldn't call it rape. In fact, it happens all the time with political marriages and what not... But I digress. Here I was about to cut your bindings and act a tad more civil, seeing as you're a queen and what not, but if your hands are as sharp as your words, I suppose it can't be helped." He let out a small laugh as he wrapped an arm around her, his arm keeping her by his side as he began to walk back towards his original destination.<br><br>Diomedes attempted to learn something as they walked towards the palace, as was his habit in his spare time. He knew the basic facts of this strategically key city, and that this was indeed Mykis' 'forlorn' bride, but now he wished to know on a more personal level. He gazed down at his stubborn new queen as he spoke, his other arm motioning over a boy who had gotten stuck with his armor. Diomedes would at least try and be slightly civil, for now. "Tell me something, my lady," he said, his hand unleashing the cape from his cuirass before dismissing the child. "Do you seriously believe we are any better than beasts? We are simply animals graced by the gods, and in a heartbeat, we can lose that grace. War, loss, even your own unpleasant experience from not too long ago. They can strip us down to our baser elements, where the strongest man can shed endless tears of sorrow, and the strongest woman can beg for more debasing pleasure..." <br><br>Diomedes draped his cape about her shoulders as he walked up the stone steps to the lavish palace, his smirk flashing down to her as his dark brown eyes gazed into her own. His words were pointed for a reason, but he was simply retaliating from before. His voice was less blunt, and carried his playfully devious tone through the air as he spoke. "So, Queen Alexandria. If I'm correct in my presumptions, you are the woman who has been dominated over her entire life, and lived a pitiful, and childless, existence. All of this has created, ironically, a fierce rebellious spirit in you. Call it dignity or pride or whatever you'd like my lady, but that is simply what it is. You seem to simply want to be free, and I can give you that, as long as you do not bite the hand that feeds you..." Diomedes was more than happy to take a new pet, and gave his new companion his gentle smirk as his mind imagined the soon-to-be hilarious night ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's Good To Be The King (Nero &amp; Pixie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 03:18:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Do not bite the hand that feeds her?&nbsp; "I beg your pardon, you miserable, pompous man.&nbsp; I have never depended on a man for my own happiness.&nbsp; I've learned long ago that those of your gender are a rather worthless cause in the category of happiness," she told Diomedes, knowing that she may be treading on thin water.&nbsp; However, she couldn't, for the life of her, seem to shut her mouth.&nbsp; That had always seemed to be her problem...Shutting her mouth.&nbsp; She was raised to speak her mind, and the trait had carried over with her into her adult years.<br><br>"And you are wrong," she told him, her eyes cold as she spoke.&nbsp; "I would never beg for anything but death from you," she hissed.&nbsp; "You have nothing to offer me," Alexandria muttered.&nbsp; "You've taken my city, my palace, my country...What can you give me now that I would possibly want for?" she asked Diomedes.&nbsp; She had purposely left out any part of wanting her husband back.&nbsp; He was the one thing that she could happily do without.&nbsp; "Besides," she told him, gritting her teeth as she forced herself to continue the next few sentences.&nbsp; "I am spoiled goods now.&nbsp; Your men, almost all of them, has had their turns with me.&nbsp; Surely, you wouldn't ruin your own masculine reputation by using soiled goods, now would you?"&nbsp; <br><br>Alexandria knew that she was playing a dangerous game here, but she wanted to do whatever she could to get Diomedes to let her go.&nbsp; She didn't know why, but this man was not her type.&nbsp; He seemed to be cocky, arrogant and somewhat sure of himself.&nbsp; He was a brute, and she was not above telling him so.&nbsp; "I was always a free woman," she told him.&nbsp; "Just because you come here and pretend to take what is not yours doesn't make me any less free than I was before.&nbsp; I do not belong to you, and I never will..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's Good To Be The King (Nero &amp; Pixie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 03:42:01</strong>
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				Diomedes laughed as she spoke of 'spoiled goods' and his 'reputation'. She did not even know his name, yet she was already making judgments of him. She was no better than the brutish and arrogant fool that she assumed of him. "Spoiled?" He asked, stifling his laugh. "Any woman with a ferocity like yours is fresh in my book. And Happiness? I see someone has had some marital problems. I suppose it's not truly a surprise, but I thought you'd at least try and feign caring. Mykis was a dull man though, and I don't blame you. And for the record, people who assume such things are usually miserable themselves. The name's Diomedes, and if you'd like to criticize me, I'll be glad to give you some examples." Diomedes gave a shrug as he began to walk with her into the palace, intending to maybe make use of her as a tour guide at the least, his words continuing their conversation as they walked through the majestic foyer.<br><br>Diomedes spoke with a gentle tone as he let out a brief sigh, letting his instinctual retaliatory comments settle. "I'll forgive your earlier words, because I understand the traumatic experience you just went through, but you have no reason to insult me. I personally have done nothing but free you from a loveless marriage. You seem to assume that every man here is going to rape you..." His lips let out a soft continue as he continued, his words jesting as they walked through a serene garden. "You're lucky I don't just throw you back to the dogs that found you. Turning queens into whores isn't exactly my hobby after all." Diomedes opened the grand door before him, as he was presented with an unknown world around him. He looked down to her with a soft grin as he started to head towards the biggest doorway in sight. That logic tended to get him where he needed to go in most cases, and he seriously doubted asking would get him anywhere. Nevertheless, his devilish nature couldn't resist the tease, and his voice came out once more. <br><br>"So... I guess a tour is out of the question..?"
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