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The sun began to set from its apex earlier in the day, the view from where Daxios was sitting had a very calm and refreshing tone as he finished his lunch and started to write. There were orders not to disturb him during his time of reflection. At the age of 40, he had lived a very determined life in all his aspects; his goals and ambitions were great and, at times, came at a great cost. His travels had taken him all over Greece, he had a hard time remembering the last time he had spent any time back home in Sparta for more than a few days.
Though he was still considered to be “on duty”, Daxios had placed his armor and helmet on the statue. It was too prized not to be on the ground. With where they had established their camp, he had no concerns that it was in any danger of being damaged. There had been no foreseeable threat from the past month from the town. The citizens had been doing a good job of staying away from the camp, and at times, Daxios usually rode into town with a few other soldiers to get supplies and to promote the fact that their existence was to help keep them free, to make sure they could defend and help Sparta, if they needed it. That’s what he was told, at least, the last time he received his assignment. The locals here, he viewed as weak. The chances of them surviving without him? He chuckled as he thought about that.
Though he was younger than King Leonidas, he was very well in his favor. For someone who was a Colonel, he had shown his loyalty and support with his victories in every campaign he had been involved in. His leadership had known no equal in his eyes. Though he yearned for a chance to be a higher rank, he knew the perks of being where he was. He could still command the soldiers beneath him and be amid battle, if it were to arrive at his doorstep.
Daxios had finished writing and put his papers in a secure place. There was a lot riding on this position. From a militaristic view, it was a gold mine. One way in, highly fortified, and the locals weren’t a fan of it, which meant the enemies wouldn’t be either. As he stood up and stretched, he could hear his body cracking, a slight sign of old age. While checking to make sure his quarters were in order, he had reflected on the thoughts that weren’t written down.
Earlier in the day, Daxios was stopped in the market by a young boy. The name had eluded him, the only thing that he cared about was if the intelligence the boy gave him would be worthwhile. There were apparent rumors that he was worth a fortune if his corpse was brought to certain individuals; even more if Daxios were somehow able to be still breathing. The Colonel slid the boy a few pieces of silver as compensation and mentioned that if the information was correct, he would be rewarded with more. Though with the balance of scales in life, he reminded the boy that if it were wrong…Well, the boy would be an orphan on the streets.
It was a short time later that Daxios had given the proper information to his men, to be on guard as they always were, but this time a bit more vigilant, to look for things out of the ordinary, no matter how minute they may seem.
As was common with the way of Spartan life, training still had to commence. Luckily the sun setting allowed for cooler temperatures. It was then that Daxios had made sure to be dressed as those under him. He was still a Spartan as were his men, and they were equals in battle. At 6’2”, his long black hair covered just past his shoulders. His body was just as well defined as the other younger Spartans under him. The only thing that would give him away would be a very close look at his face, though with the scars that bore his body and those he served with, that might not even be enough.
Daxios grabbed a nearby sword, much duller than his personal one, as they didn’t want to be short the number of people that were under him. The fact it was only around thirty of them already made it a bit of a strain on some resources. The sound of metal began to clash with itself as the training had gone underway, leaving two individuals guarding the entry to the camp.
The sound of a voice – a woman’s voice at that – was enough to disrupt the training that had been going on. Though some soldiers began to mumble as they stopped, there were those that did not.
One of the guards spoke with a firm voice when Amara made the request to speak to Daxios, “None can enter. Set it down, slowly and open it up. Who is it that is bringing this offering to Colonel Daxios on behalf of the town? What importance are you – a mere girl – to request an audience?” The sternness of the guard had been very adamant on making sure it was well advised to not pursue going any father. The grip on the spear tightened as did his partners.
The other guard pushed Amara to the ground as the basket was being opened. He could see that there was at least some food and wine in the basket. With a simple nudge of his head, someone else came over and poured out the contents onto the ground, revealing it to be nothing more than food and drink. With saying very little, the guard spoke and said, “Begone. Next time, bring someone of importance, or don’t come back.”
The men watched as there was no other option than to show they wouldn’t let her in. There was no look of any remorse in their eyes as they waited for her to leave, not caring if there were any injuries on her. As they watched her leave, they waited until she was out of view before picking up the supplies and taking them over to the other provisions. Colonel Daxios looked at the other guard as he went back to standing where he was before. “Prodding her with questions wasn’t wise,” He said, his blue eyes staring into the other soldiers, almost as if he were trying to pierce his soul. “Next time, don’t say much. That's an order,” Daxios commanded in a quiet voice.
Though he was still considered to be “on duty”, Daxios had placed his armor and helmet on the statue. It was too prized not to be on the ground. With where they had established their camp, he had no concerns that it was in any danger of being damaged. There had been no foreseeable threat from the past month from the town. The citizens had been doing a good job of staying away from the camp, and at times, Daxios usually rode into town with a few other soldiers to get supplies and to promote the fact that their existence was to help keep them free, to make sure they could defend and help Sparta, if they needed it. That’s what he was told, at least, the last time he received his assignment. The locals here, he viewed as weak. The chances of them surviving without him? He chuckled as he thought about that.
Though he was younger than King Leonidas, he was very well in his favor. For someone who was a Colonel, he had shown his loyalty and support with his victories in every campaign he had been involved in. His leadership had known no equal in his eyes. Though he yearned for a chance to be a higher rank, he knew the perks of being where he was. He could still command the soldiers beneath him and be amid battle, if it were to arrive at his doorstep.
Daxios had finished writing and put his papers in a secure place. There was a lot riding on this position. From a militaristic view, it was a gold mine. One way in, highly fortified, and the locals weren’t a fan of it, which meant the enemies wouldn’t be either. As he stood up and stretched, he could hear his body cracking, a slight sign of old age. While checking to make sure his quarters were in order, he had reflected on the thoughts that weren’t written down.
Earlier in the day, Daxios was stopped in the market by a young boy. The name had eluded him, the only thing that he cared about was if the intelligence the boy gave him would be worthwhile. There were apparent rumors that he was worth a fortune if his corpse was brought to certain individuals; even more if Daxios were somehow able to be still breathing. The Colonel slid the boy a few pieces of silver as compensation and mentioned that if the information was correct, he would be rewarded with more. Though with the balance of scales in life, he reminded the boy that if it were wrong…Well, the boy would be an orphan on the streets.
It was a short time later that Daxios had given the proper information to his men, to be on guard as they always were, but this time a bit more vigilant, to look for things out of the ordinary, no matter how minute they may seem.
As was common with the way of Spartan life, training still had to commence. Luckily the sun setting allowed for cooler temperatures. It was then that Daxios had made sure to be dressed as those under him. He was still a Spartan as were his men, and they were equals in battle. At 6’2”, his long black hair covered just past his shoulders. His body was just as well defined as the other younger Spartans under him. The only thing that would give him away would be a very close look at his face, though with the scars that bore his body and those he served with, that might not even be enough.
Daxios grabbed a nearby sword, much duller than his personal one, as they didn’t want to be short the number of people that were under him. The fact it was only around thirty of them already made it a bit of a strain on some resources. The sound of metal began to clash with itself as the training had gone underway, leaving two individuals guarding the entry to the camp.
The sound of a voice – a woman’s voice at that – was enough to disrupt the training that had been going on. Though some soldiers began to mumble as they stopped, there were those that did not.
One of the guards spoke with a firm voice when Amara made the request to speak to Daxios, “None can enter. Set it down, slowly and open it up. Who is it that is bringing this offering to Colonel Daxios on behalf of the town? What importance are you – a mere girl – to request an audience?” The sternness of the guard had been very adamant on making sure it was well advised to not pursue going any father. The grip on the spear tightened as did his partners.
The other guard pushed Amara to the ground as the basket was being opened. He could see that there was at least some food and wine in the basket. With a simple nudge of his head, someone else came over and poured out the contents onto the ground, revealing it to be nothing more than food and drink. With saying very little, the guard spoke and said, “Begone. Next time, bring someone of importance, or don’t come back.”
The men watched as there was no other option than to show they wouldn’t let her in. There was no look of any remorse in their eyes as they waited for her to leave, not caring if there were any injuries on her. As they watched her leave, they waited until she was out of view before picking up the supplies and taking them over to the other provisions. Colonel Daxios looked at the other guard as he went back to standing where he was before. “Prodding her with questions wasn’t wise,” He said, his blue eyes staring into the other soldiers, almost as if he were trying to pierce his soul. “Next time, don’t say much. That's an order,” Daxios commanded in a quiet voice.
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The rest of the day went without any interruption. Though the visit of a commoner was something that would normally not be a bother to Daxios, he was feeling a bit uneasy for some reason. He had made sure that the security for the next few nights be doubled. There was still someone out there, at least he thought, that wanted him dead.
As the days went by, he started to increase the patrols within the small city, looking for any suspicious activity. There was no doubt that word had indeed spread from the commoner as the looks went from barely passable pleasant smiles and greetings to more of a scorned look. He knew that the challenge of getting the people in the city to like him and his soldiers was going to be a bit more of a daunting task than it already was.
About a week after the kid had informed him that his life was in danger, Daxios had arrived in the city early in the morning. He made his way to the town square and watched as the city started to come to life. It was then that he saw the face of the boy who had tipped him off. Without any hesitation, he kicked his trusty horse and made his way to the boy. As he approached, he said, “Boy! A word!” It was more of a command than a request, and he wanted to make sure that he knew it. Once he dismounted, there was no look the fury in his eyes were less than pleasant. “I paid you for intelligence and you were wrong,” Daxios said with a stern voice hoping to instill a descent amount of fear in him. “It has been a week, and nothing has happed, so why did you lie to me?”
Daxios had no remorse as he saw the fear in the boy’s eyes. There was no doubt the lad remembered what would happen if the information had been inaccurate. “I’ll give you until just after noon. If I don’t see you back here with more credible information, I’ll resort to keeping my promise.” With that, he trotted off towards the temple.
As he saw the building, he started to make his way to the temple. He had previously talked to some of the people there prior to the incident with the commoner, who he never even thought to catch her name. As he approached, he dismounted his horse again and undid his sword, handing it to one of the individuals with him. “Wait here while I go talk to someone in there,” He ordered as he made his way up the steps, his dark red tunic swayed as he climbed up the stairs.
As he approached the top, he had looked for the priestess he spoke to before. For a city as small as this, it wouldn’t be a surprise if she were one of the main authority figures here. As he looked and found her, he showed that he was unarmed, that there was no reason to cause any disturbance in a place of worship. The conversation lasted for about an hour as he tried to get a feel for what was going on. He did his best to let her know that they meant no harm and wished no ill will on the girl who had brought them supplies just a week ago. Though the meeting wasn’t very favorable, he felt that a small amount of progress had been made. How much, he wasn’t sure as he made his way back down towards his horse, reclaiming his sword.
The rest of the day had been dulling as there wasn’t any reason, aside from the kid, to stay around. He had his men gather some supplies and head back to camp as he waited. The last thing he wanted to do was to get the city even more furious at him after making someone become an orphan. As the kid came back, he told Daxios that he wasn’t sure who the person was that wanted him dead, but that the bounty was going to be increasing soon, within the next day or two. With that, Daxios promised to spare his family for a few more days.
As he returned to the camp, he informed his troops of this concern. With a concern that this would impede their operations on holding this location, he had devised a plan that was a bit more unconventional. He had his men continue to train and work during the day as they had been, however, at night, it would be a different story. He wanted to make sure that the assassin, if there was even one, would be a bit more at peace with their entrance. With that, he had them all form around as he laid out his plan.
For the next few nights, the schedule had shifted quite a bit. Rather than having more guards out at night, he had summoned all but two out for each entrance to the camp. He also wanted them to be tired so they would fall asleep on the job. This provoke some confusion as it was counter-intuitive to what had been instilled in their training, however, they complied. Then he made sure that his tent was set up to where the flames outside would still be burning but there wouldn’t be any illumination inside, especially in the corners. He had one soldier sleep in his bed with extra padding, especially around the neck, to act as a decoy while Daxios and another stood in the corners, waiting for the assassin to strike. He was hoping that the element of surprise would catch them off guard over the next few nights.
As the days went by, he started to increase the patrols within the small city, looking for any suspicious activity. There was no doubt that word had indeed spread from the commoner as the looks went from barely passable pleasant smiles and greetings to more of a scorned look. He knew that the challenge of getting the people in the city to like him and his soldiers was going to be a bit more of a daunting task than it already was.
About a week after the kid had informed him that his life was in danger, Daxios had arrived in the city early in the morning. He made his way to the town square and watched as the city started to come to life. It was then that he saw the face of the boy who had tipped him off. Without any hesitation, he kicked his trusty horse and made his way to the boy. As he approached, he said, “Boy! A word!” It was more of a command than a request, and he wanted to make sure that he knew it. Once he dismounted, there was no look the fury in his eyes were less than pleasant. “I paid you for intelligence and you were wrong,” Daxios said with a stern voice hoping to instill a descent amount of fear in him. “It has been a week, and nothing has happed, so why did you lie to me?”
Daxios had no remorse as he saw the fear in the boy’s eyes. There was no doubt the lad remembered what would happen if the information had been inaccurate. “I’ll give you until just after noon. If I don’t see you back here with more credible information, I’ll resort to keeping my promise.” With that, he trotted off towards the temple.
As he saw the building, he started to make his way to the temple. He had previously talked to some of the people there prior to the incident with the commoner, who he never even thought to catch her name. As he approached, he dismounted his horse again and undid his sword, handing it to one of the individuals with him. “Wait here while I go talk to someone in there,” He ordered as he made his way up the steps, his dark red tunic swayed as he climbed up the stairs.
As he approached the top, he had looked for the priestess he spoke to before. For a city as small as this, it wouldn’t be a surprise if she were one of the main authority figures here. As he looked and found her, he showed that he was unarmed, that there was no reason to cause any disturbance in a place of worship. The conversation lasted for about an hour as he tried to get a feel for what was going on. He did his best to let her know that they meant no harm and wished no ill will on the girl who had brought them supplies just a week ago. Though the meeting wasn’t very favorable, he felt that a small amount of progress had been made. How much, he wasn’t sure as he made his way back down towards his horse, reclaiming his sword.
The rest of the day had been dulling as there wasn’t any reason, aside from the kid, to stay around. He had his men gather some supplies and head back to camp as he waited. The last thing he wanted to do was to get the city even more furious at him after making someone become an orphan. As the kid came back, he told Daxios that he wasn’t sure who the person was that wanted him dead, but that the bounty was going to be increasing soon, within the next day or two. With that, Daxios promised to spare his family for a few more days.
As he returned to the camp, he informed his troops of this concern. With a concern that this would impede their operations on holding this location, he had devised a plan that was a bit more unconventional. He had his men continue to train and work during the day as they had been, however, at night, it would be a different story. He wanted to make sure that the assassin, if there was even one, would be a bit more at peace with their entrance. With that, he had them all form around as he laid out his plan.
For the next few nights, the schedule had shifted quite a bit. Rather than having more guards out at night, he had summoned all but two out for each entrance to the camp. He also wanted them to be tired so they would fall asleep on the job. This provoke some confusion as it was counter-intuitive to what had been instilled in their training, however, they complied. Then he made sure that his tent was set up to where the flames outside would still be burning but there wouldn’t be any illumination inside, especially in the corners. He had one soldier sleep in his bed with extra padding, especially around the neck, to act as a decoy while Daxios and another stood in the corners, waiting for the assassin to strike. He was hoping that the element of surprise would catch them off guard over the next few nights.
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Daxios had waited patiently in the dark corner, acting as stoic as he had been in the past as a sentinel, refraining from breathing that much or moving. On the other side was his trusted second in command Kytheon, whom he had trusted with so much more responsibility. There was no doubt both men had each other’s backs, as well as the solider sleeping in the bed. Luckily, the colonel’s breastplate had been placed on him, as well as a shield for extra protection.
The amount of restraint Daxios and Kytheon had to show was great as he watched the shadows change slightly with a figure going straight for the bed. As he saw the blade be pulled from its sheath, he saw all he needed to. With a ferocious amount of fury and speed, he grabbed the assassin as the second blade hit the shield. His hands, covered in his bracers, grabbed the throat of the assassin. As he pulled back, he was caught off guard with how light this assassin was. Nevertheless, he cried out, “KYTHEON!” With a massive amount of brute force, he pulled down on the cloth while holding this would be killer, exposing some flesh.
Daxios watched as Kytheon’s blade appeared at the exposed throat, the flailing hands, leaving scratches and scrapes on the braces. There was no doubt there might be some small knicks and cuts, but nothing major that Daxios wouldn’t recover from. “STOP MOVING! DROP YOUR BLADES!” He watched as the killer complied, knowing what was at risk. By this time the rest of the camp was already up and waiting outside. Daxios had begun to move the assassin back outside, the crack of the morning sun illuminating some of the figure.
As he tossed Amara down onto the ground, near where the two guards were slain, he saw his troops circle her, weapons drawn. With a loud and thunderous voice, Daxios spoke with a strong commanding presence that his enemies knew all too well. “If you wish to live, you will listen. If you don’t, you’ll be fed to the sea!” He picked up the two swords from the fallen soldiers and held them in an attack pose. “Slowly take off your hood. I wish to see the face of the person foolish enough to try to kill me.”
The look was a bit surprising as he saw the face of the common girl from over a week ago. “So, a simpleton wishes to kill me? IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!?” Daxios shouted in a rage. The men had been murmuring, just as surprised as Daxios was. “I tire of this land,” He said as he inched closer. “Kytheon!” He called.
“Yes, Colonel?” Was the simple response he gave, knowing how the whole situation had spiraled out of control. Now was not the time to get on his bad side.
“Make sure our fallen get a proper burial. They may have been slaves, but they became worthy to be viewed as Spartans. When that is done, ride back to Sparta with several men and let them know that Kalamata is beyond saving. It shall now be under the control of Sparta. I am requesting at least 100 more with haste.”
“Yes, Colonel,” Was the only response as he took a few men to carry out the wishes Daxios had given him.
“As for our control of the population,” He said still looking into Amara’s eyes longing to see into her soul, “Once our people get here, all able-bodied men and child will pay homage to us. The women, we’ll just breed them out of existence. Starting with this one.”
As he looked over her body, he knew that the gods had granted favor for him. He was right in claiming that this town would be under Spartan control and law. “You have killed before. I can tell from your actions. You will slowly strip, then you will be bound several times over and placed in my quarters,” Daxios told her never giving away the firmness of his voice.
The amount of restraint Daxios and Kytheon had to show was great as he watched the shadows change slightly with a figure going straight for the bed. As he saw the blade be pulled from its sheath, he saw all he needed to. With a ferocious amount of fury and speed, he grabbed the assassin as the second blade hit the shield. His hands, covered in his bracers, grabbed the throat of the assassin. As he pulled back, he was caught off guard with how light this assassin was. Nevertheless, he cried out, “KYTHEON!” With a massive amount of brute force, he pulled down on the cloth while holding this would be killer, exposing some flesh.
Daxios watched as Kytheon’s blade appeared at the exposed throat, the flailing hands, leaving scratches and scrapes on the braces. There was no doubt there might be some small knicks and cuts, but nothing major that Daxios wouldn’t recover from. “STOP MOVING! DROP YOUR BLADES!” He watched as the killer complied, knowing what was at risk. By this time the rest of the camp was already up and waiting outside. Daxios had begun to move the assassin back outside, the crack of the morning sun illuminating some of the figure.
As he tossed Amara down onto the ground, near where the two guards were slain, he saw his troops circle her, weapons drawn. With a loud and thunderous voice, Daxios spoke with a strong commanding presence that his enemies knew all too well. “If you wish to live, you will listen. If you don’t, you’ll be fed to the sea!” He picked up the two swords from the fallen soldiers and held them in an attack pose. “Slowly take off your hood. I wish to see the face of the person foolish enough to try to kill me.”
The look was a bit surprising as he saw the face of the common girl from over a week ago. “So, a simpleton wishes to kill me? IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!?” Daxios shouted in a rage. The men had been murmuring, just as surprised as Daxios was. “I tire of this land,” He said as he inched closer. “Kytheon!” He called.
“Yes, Colonel?” Was the simple response he gave, knowing how the whole situation had spiraled out of control. Now was not the time to get on his bad side.
“Make sure our fallen get a proper burial. They may have been slaves, but they became worthy to be viewed as Spartans. When that is done, ride back to Sparta with several men and let them know that Kalamata is beyond saving. It shall now be under the control of Sparta. I am requesting at least 100 more with haste.”
“Yes, Colonel,” Was the only response as he took a few men to carry out the wishes Daxios had given him.
“As for our control of the population,” He said still looking into Amara’s eyes longing to see into her soul, “Once our people get here, all able-bodied men and child will pay homage to us. The women, we’ll just breed them out of existence. Starting with this one.”
As he looked over her body, he knew that the gods had granted favor for him. He was right in claiming that this town would be under Spartan control and law. “You have killed before. I can tell from your actions. You will slowly strip, then you will be bound several times over and placed in my quarters,” Daxios told her never giving away the firmness of his voice.
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“Kytheon!” Daxios said loudly as he began to ride away from the gate. It took a bit of time before he came back with the other soldiers. “A moment? In private?” He asked as he started to make his way from the rest of the group.
As they approached the other side of the camp, Daxios relayed the information that was given to him. They had spent quite a bit of time, Daxios looking over every so often as his prisoner, curious as to what should be done with her. He handed his trusted second in command a small pouch containing some gold and a description of the boy he had got his information from. He told him to go find the boy and pay him, then to come back. There would be a later time for him to ride.
When he came back to the circle of swords encasing Amara, he looked at her as he slowly walked around. “You have killed before,” He repeated himself from earlier. “You are not a novice with a blade. But you are one with your tongue. What can you give me that will warrant sparing your life since I just spared your city’s?” He asked in a more diplomatic tone. He still had the swords in his hands, as he spun them a little bit, acting as if she was a mere toy that he was playing with.
As he made his way behind her, he used one of the blades to cut the back part of her disguise. As the fabric began to tear away, it was obvious there were straps showing she was wearing armor. He continued to slowly cut more of the clothing off, exposing more of her skin. As the armor fell off, he walked around and admired her body, seeing it being more and more exposed. “Finish undressing,” Daxios commanded, “If you are really willing to sacrifice yourself to save your city, you will do it without hesitation.”
He went towards where the supplies were and grabbed some firm rope. He had placed the blades back where they should be, making sure they were secured. When he came back, he handed the rope to one of his soldiers and told him to bind her hands so she couldn’t attack. As that was happening, he looked back at her. “How are you going to replace my two guards with just your life? How much is the bounty on my head?” As he asked the questions he pointed over towards the post in the exposed hot sun.
“Tie her up at the post. Make sure no less than five are always keeping watch as I go think about some things. If she feels compelled to give me something credible, I will listen, but I won’t make any promises.” With that he headed back to his quarters and began to get changed as he though of the next course of action that should be taken.
As they approached the other side of the camp, Daxios relayed the information that was given to him. They had spent quite a bit of time, Daxios looking over every so often as his prisoner, curious as to what should be done with her. He handed his trusted second in command a small pouch containing some gold and a description of the boy he had got his information from. He told him to go find the boy and pay him, then to come back. There would be a later time for him to ride.
When he came back to the circle of swords encasing Amara, he looked at her as he slowly walked around. “You have killed before,” He repeated himself from earlier. “You are not a novice with a blade. But you are one with your tongue. What can you give me that will warrant sparing your life since I just spared your city’s?” He asked in a more diplomatic tone. He still had the swords in his hands, as he spun them a little bit, acting as if she was a mere toy that he was playing with.
As he made his way behind her, he used one of the blades to cut the back part of her disguise. As the fabric began to tear away, it was obvious there were straps showing she was wearing armor. He continued to slowly cut more of the clothing off, exposing more of her skin. As the armor fell off, he walked around and admired her body, seeing it being more and more exposed. “Finish undressing,” Daxios commanded, “If you are really willing to sacrifice yourself to save your city, you will do it without hesitation.”
He went towards where the supplies were and grabbed some firm rope. He had placed the blades back where they should be, making sure they were secured. When he came back, he handed the rope to one of his soldiers and told him to bind her hands so she couldn’t attack. As that was happening, he looked back at her. “How are you going to replace my two guards with just your life? How much is the bounty on my head?” As he asked the questions he pointed over towards the post in the exposed hot sun.
“Tie her up at the post. Make sure no less than five are always keeping watch as I go think about some things. If she feels compelled to give me something credible, I will listen, but I won’t make any promises.” With that he headed back to his quarters and began to get changed as he though of the next course of action that should be taken.
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It wasn’t the first time Daxios had been unconventional with questioning a prisoner, though he did realize this one was quick to be quiet. While it was not what he had been hoping for, he could understand the purpose of her doing that. He took a break from the questions and watched as she was dragged to the pole. He figured he needed a few moments to gather his thoughts.
As he had returned to his quarters, he decided to get cleaned up. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be taking his time. He wanted to know certain things: why did she want him dead was the main one? As he looked over some of his notes from the past few days, there was nothing he noted to indicate that any threat should be existing. He was kicking himself in the ass for sending Kytheon so soon. This was a time that he could use a second opinion.
There was no use, he decided, in trying to get some rest while this problem existed. He had decided that tonight there would be an earlier bedtime for himself. As he put on his ceremonial armor, he checks and saw a small nick and scratch from Amara’s blade. He was a bit agitated when he noticed it. There were several long breaths that were taken before he felt he was as collected as could be prior to him stepping out and walking over towards the post.
He made sure his presence was known on the short yet feeling very long twelve feet he was from the post. “I have two dead guards from your blade. If this were Sparta, you wouldn’t even have this luxury of being asked as to why you killed them. Obviously, it was to get to me. Who wants me dead and why did you decide to take the bounty?” The questions were very forward and straight to the point. Before she could answer, he added a quick follow up question, “And are others planning on carrying out the same contract?” With that, his demeanor showed that there was no toying around with the answers he was seeking. He had plenty more questions, but he would bide his time to make sure that they would get properly answered.
As he had returned to his quarters, he decided to get cleaned up. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be taking his time. He wanted to know certain things: why did she want him dead was the main one? As he looked over some of his notes from the past few days, there was nothing he noted to indicate that any threat should be existing. He was kicking himself in the ass for sending Kytheon so soon. This was a time that he could use a second opinion.
There was no use, he decided, in trying to get some rest while this problem existed. He had decided that tonight there would be an earlier bedtime for himself. As he put on his ceremonial armor, he checks and saw a small nick and scratch from Amara’s blade. He was a bit agitated when he noticed it. There were several long breaths that were taken before he felt he was as collected as could be prior to him stepping out and walking over towards the post.
He made sure his presence was known on the short yet feeling very long twelve feet he was from the post. “I have two dead guards from your blade. If this were Sparta, you wouldn’t even have this luxury of being asked as to why you killed them. Obviously, it was to get to me. Who wants me dead and why did you decide to take the bounty?” The questions were very forward and straight to the point. Before she could answer, he added a quick follow up question, “And are others planning on carrying out the same contract?” With that, his demeanor showed that there was no toying around with the answers he was seeking. He had plenty more questions, but he would bide his time to make sure that they would get properly answered.
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Daxios listened intently on her explanation on how her contract worked. He was impressed that she was remaining as cool and collected as she was. That was, until the end when she decided to spit at him and try to degrade him. He could even accept the fact she did this just for the fact that she needed money rather than for sport, however, that small sliver of sympathy vanished with her recent actions.
His hand was raised as he walked closer to her and smacked her across the face, holding back the rage that was burning in him. “You are a prisoner. You will treat me with respect, whether you like it or not!” He felt that just one hit wasn’t enough. Instead he smacked her several more times, until he began to see some blood being drawn from her.
As he finished administering his small amount of punishment, he took a few steps back, looking at her face. While looking at his captive’s face, he allowed his glance to slowly go down her body. There was no doubt she took care of herself, though if she was having to kill people for survival, she would have to be. He moved towards her again, this time he punched her in the gut. Daxios watched her expression as she gasped for air. He walked behind her and undid the rope on her hands.
As he watched her body fall forward a little, he grabbed her and pulled her to his tent. He had decided he would show her how inaccurate her assessment of his balls was as they made their way back to his tent, several of the guards still following behind them. When he got her in there, he undid the bindings and her underwear, stripping her naked before rebinding her wrists before laying her nude body on the bed.
His hand was raised as he walked closer to her and smacked her across the face, holding back the rage that was burning in him. “You are a prisoner. You will treat me with respect, whether you like it or not!” He felt that just one hit wasn’t enough. Instead he smacked her several more times, until he began to see some blood being drawn from her.
As he finished administering his small amount of punishment, he took a few steps back, looking at her face. While looking at his captive’s face, he allowed his glance to slowly go down her body. There was no doubt she took care of herself, though if she was having to kill people for survival, she would have to be. He moved towards her again, this time he punched her in the gut. Daxios watched her expression as she gasped for air. He walked behind her and undid the rope on her hands.
As he watched her body fall forward a little, he grabbed her and pulled her to his tent. He had decided he would show her how inaccurate her assessment of his balls was as they made their way back to his tent, several of the guards still following behind them. When he got her in there, he undid the bindings and her underwear, stripping her naked before rebinding her wrists before laying her nude body on the bed.
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Knowing that there wasn’t anywhere Amara would be able to go, Daxios took his time getting undressed until he was just as naked as the day he was born. His muscular body towering over hers as he listened to her words. Unfortunately for her, they would be falling on deaf ears for the time being. He made his way closer to the bed, slowly climbing on top of it.
As his body got into position, he placed his firm hands on Amara’s shoulders, using them to keep her from moving around too much. His legs had been between hers, causing them to spread open. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, hoping that she would be at least smart enough to not do something childish like bite his lips. The last thing he figured she would want is more blood coming out from her lovely body.
Daxios moved his hands down Amara’s body as he wanted to make sure she was a little bit wet before he took her. He had pinched her nipples, gently playing with them before he allowed one of his hands to slowly down her body. Once his hand felt the small amount of heat from her nether regions, he slowly pushed a finger in her as he broke his kiss and looked at her eyes and face, watching to see if she was holding back any pleasure.
After a few moments of fingering her and feeling the natural betrayal of her body with some wetness, he began to lay his body on top of hers as his fully erect member began to slide into her. He began to push harder and deeper as he started to fuck her. He started out a little bit slow, but then began to jump straight to pushing his member harder and deeper, letting out a few grunts.
As his body got into position, he placed his firm hands on Amara’s shoulders, using them to keep her from moving around too much. His legs had been between hers, causing them to spread open. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, hoping that she would be at least smart enough to not do something childish like bite his lips. The last thing he figured she would want is more blood coming out from her lovely body.
Daxios moved his hands down Amara’s body as he wanted to make sure she was a little bit wet before he took her. He had pinched her nipples, gently playing with them before he allowed one of his hands to slowly down her body. Once his hand felt the small amount of heat from her nether regions, he slowly pushed a finger in her as he broke his kiss and looked at her eyes and face, watching to see if she was holding back any pleasure.
After a few moments of fingering her and feeling the natural betrayal of her body with some wetness, he began to lay his body on top of hers as his fully erect member began to slide into her. He began to push harder and deeper as he started to fuck her. He started out a little bit slow, but then began to jump straight to pushing his member harder and deeper, letting out a few grunts.
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Daxios saw the formation of the single tear as he continued to fill Amara with his thick member. He knew that she wasn’t enjoying this, and to a degree, he didn’t blame her at all. He did view this, however, as a form of dominance and to help establish control over her. There was also a little bit of a surprise that he couldn’t quite shake from his head as he realized that she never looked away from him. Though he noticed it, he didn’t pay too much attention to it as he felt his balls slap constantly against her firm ass.
Rather than keeping the same monotonous position, he decided to spice it up a little bit. Knowing that her hands were still bound, he rolled them both over to where she was on top of him. He used his hands to help push her body up, so that she was straddling him. In a quick effort, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down so he could continue to fill her vagina with his still erect member. He thought back to how light she was, taking into consideration that her armor and clothing had been removed, she was easier to handle.
Daxios’s member began to throb a bit as he looked at her naked body, he moved one hand up her copper skin, feeling how soft it was, as he found her breast. He began to caress it, still looking at her looking at him. He sat up a bit and moved his arm around her back, pulling her body as his mouth found its way towards her cleavage. His lips began to kiss her skin, helping the sensation between his legs continue to stay hard. As much as he knew that he was enjoying himself, he wondered if, for a moment, that she would be feeling the same way. Though that is all it was, just a brief minute as he continued to ravage her, the only word being spoke by him the whole time being “mine” in a husky voice.
Rather than keeping the same monotonous position, he decided to spice it up a little bit. Knowing that her hands were still bound, he rolled them both over to where she was on top of him. He used his hands to help push her body up, so that she was straddling him. In a quick effort, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down so he could continue to fill her vagina with his still erect member. He thought back to how light she was, taking into consideration that her armor and clothing had been removed, she was easier to handle.
Daxios’s member began to throb a bit as he looked at her naked body, he moved one hand up her copper skin, feeling how soft it was, as he found her breast. He began to caress it, still looking at her looking at him. He sat up a bit and moved his arm around her back, pulling her body as his mouth found its way towards her cleavage. His lips began to kiss her skin, helping the sensation between his legs continue to stay hard. As much as he knew that he was enjoying himself, he wondered if, for a moment, that she would be feeling the same way. Though that is all it was, just a brief minute as he continued to ravage her, the only word being spoke by him the whole time being “mine” in a husky voice.
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He had been so close to releasing his seed and filling her cervix. Though she wasn’t enjoying it, that didn’t stop Daxios from doing so. He was on the verge, though a bit surprised when he saw her turn her head from him. The sound of grunting had begun to fill the air, until the mood changed. He had heard the words she uttered at him, being so condescending towards someone of his stature? There would be punishment for this later, he thought to himself.
As he lifted her off him, his strong arms lowered her onto her stomach. Daxios repositioned himself so that he was behind her, admiring her firm ass. He wasn’t sure how she would feel as his body contained hers as he spread her legs and propped them up. There was no more consideration for her feelings as he smacked her ass several times on both sides before thrusting his member deep inside her pussy.
Each time he entered her, he made sure to go all the way in, then pull back out. He continued to do so as he had his body lay on hers, his face leaning against hers. He grabbed her hair and turned her head to meet his as he stared into her eyes as he began to cum inside of her. Daxios tried to not make an awkward face as he did so.
As he finished, he leaned closer to her, his arm right in front of her face, as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You’ll be my new concubine, not my worst enemy.” His look was just as cold as the day he first met her.
As he lifted her off him, his strong arms lowered her onto her stomach. Daxios repositioned himself so that he was behind her, admiring her firm ass. He wasn’t sure how she would feel as his body contained hers as he spread her legs and propped them up. There was no more consideration for her feelings as he smacked her ass several times on both sides before thrusting his member deep inside her pussy.
Each time he entered her, he made sure to go all the way in, then pull back out. He continued to do so as he had his body lay on hers, his face leaning against hers. He grabbed her hair and turned her head to meet his as he stared into her eyes as he began to cum inside of her. Daxios tried to not make an awkward face as he did so.
As he finished, he leaned closer to her, his arm right in front of her face, as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You’ll be my new concubine, not my worst enemy.” His look was just as cold as the day he first met her.
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