![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
mistresswanda.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
estdeus_innobisSaturday, August 7th, Well past dark
Neither here nor there
I had been checking into days and times that might correspond, position of the moon and the sun...
but when the storm blew in, lighting splitting the sky and thunder making Excolo sound like we had a rail station?
The time was now.
I bundled Rose off to Lucien's. He was concerned of course. Where was I going on such a night? Was someone in trouble? Was I doing something stupid? Well, yes, I am sure it's stupid, but I couldn't rightly tell him that. I kept assuring him everything was fine, it was just something that had to be done, and I would be back as soon as I could. Rose took much more convincing, and she was still agitated when I left. "Mummy loves you and will be back soon!" I called out as I dashed back into the storm. I hoped I was not lying to her.
Changed into something bettered suited for the task at hand; threw on my coat, strapped on my sword and took up arms. Out, into the night, into the storm, into the woods. I had thought of sacrificing a young black calf, burning it as offering, finding the right herbs... but something else guides me now. I know, without knowing, what to do. Stride out with purpose to the clearing in the woods, where I practice my knife throwing. My space. My circle.
I stand in the center of the clearing now, the rain beating down on my upturned face. My leather trench keeps the chill out, but my tank top and jeans are soaked to the bone in spite of it. I watch the sky, the light that illuminates it, and suddenly there is a crack that makes my ears ring, and a flash that turns the night into day. Hold up the shield to protect my eyes and when I lower it again I see one of the trees has been hit by the lightning, and has split down the middle, still smoldering and on fire in some spots.
“Well. If that's not a doorway...”
I take a deep breath, back up several paces. With a battle cry, I run towards the V-shaped opening and hurl myself through it. Using the shield, I keep the flames from my face, and drop into a roll once I clear the blackened wood. Come back up to my feet and---
"Fuck me, it worked." I breathe out, staring up at the mountain before me. The rain still falls and lightning illuminates the clouds that obscure the top from view. Squinting my eyes, I can see a break in the terrain and scrub about 20 yards before me. The break seems to lead upwards in a barely discernible line. I take a deep breath, and exhale. He never said it would be easy. Firming up my resolve to see this to the end, I put one foot in front of the other and begin the trek up.
(open to Ares)
Neither here nor there
I had been checking into days and times that might correspond, position of the moon and the sun...
but when the storm blew in, lighting splitting the sky and thunder making Excolo sound like we had a rail station?
The time was now.
I bundled Rose off to Lucien's. He was concerned of course. Where was I going on such a night? Was someone in trouble? Was I doing something stupid? Well, yes, I am sure it's stupid, but I couldn't rightly tell him that. I kept assuring him everything was fine, it was just something that had to be done, and I would be back as soon as I could. Rose took much more convincing, and she was still agitated when I left. "Mummy loves you and will be back soon!" I called out as I dashed back into the storm. I hoped I was not lying to her.
Changed into something bettered suited for the task at hand; threw on my coat, strapped on my sword and took up arms. Out, into the night, into the storm, into the woods. I had thought of sacrificing a young black calf, burning it as offering, finding the right herbs... but something else guides me now. I know, without knowing, what to do. Stride out with purpose to the clearing in the woods, where I practice my knife throwing. My space. My circle.
I stand in the center of the clearing now, the rain beating down on my upturned face. My leather trench keeps the chill out, but my tank top and jeans are soaked to the bone in spite of it. I watch the sky, the light that illuminates it, and suddenly there is a crack that makes my ears ring, and a flash that turns the night into day. Hold up the shield to protect my eyes and when I lower it again I see one of the trees has been hit by the lightning, and has split down the middle, still smoldering and on fire in some spots.
“Well. If that's not a doorway...”
I take a deep breath, back up several paces. With a battle cry, I run towards the V-shaped opening and hurl myself through it. Using the shield, I keep the flames from my face, and drop into a roll once I clear the blackened wood. Come back up to my feet and---
"Fuck me, it worked." I breathe out, staring up at the mountain before me. The rain still falls and lightning illuminates the clouds that obscure the top from view. Squinting my eyes, I can see a break in the terrain and scrub about 20 yards before me. The break seems to lead upwards in a barely discernible line. I take a deep breath, and exhale. He never said it would be easy. Firming up my resolve to see this to the end, I put one foot in front of the other and begin the trek up.
(open to Ares)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-08-21 04:24 am (UTC)but it is a long time coming. Spartans were trained to fight to the death, without food or sleep or rest. I am fairly certain my poor little body will give out long before his. Right. I am not sure how long we have been at this, but it's time for me to try and make my move. Race out to the center, dropping my shield and shifting the spear to my left hand. The warrior is right behind me, and it seems like a thousand pairs of eyes are on me right now. Turn on my heel as if to make a stand, and the Spartan comes barrelling down on me, sword raised and bellowing for hell to hear. I raise my sword as if to block, take a deep breath---
And just as he reaches me, I drop my weapons, fall to my knees and bring both my fists up. As I gambled, under that leather toga, there is only a loincloth. I connect and I hear a strangled gasp. It's just enough, just enough of a distraction. I grab his waist in a bear hug and throw my weight against his. If I had not caught him in such a tender spot, I probably would not have been able to bear him to the ground but I do. As he hits the ground, I grind my knee back into his groin as I grab my sword. It was a move of pure luck and stupidity, but I have him pinned with my blade to his throat. Even in his extreme discomfort, he goes still.
"Well fuck me..." I breathe out, amazed. "It worked. Holy shit... it worked." I might be near to laughing or hysterics, I am so exhausted. I can just make out wide eyes from within the helm, looking just as shocked as I feel. "Alright Zeus, I bested your champion, now we talk." I call out, but don't move. "No, you did not. He lives, finish him." Now I turn my head to look towards the direction of the sound. There stands the Father of the Olympic Gods, watching us with a critical eye.
"Finish him?" I know I must sound stupid, but it never even occurred to me that defeat equalled death. "Yes, slit this throat, gut him, end his pathetic life. Any Spartan defeated by a mere woman should be put out of his misery."
"Oh you have got to be kidding me..." I hiss, and before I can think, I am up and crossing to the figure sneering down at us. "You said defeat him and we would talk. I had him down with a blade to his throat, that's a defeat in my book. So start talking." I insist.