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Post by Feather on Nov 23, 2008 18:14:01 GMT -5
Ianthe opened the rotted wooden door and entered a tavern that stank of man. She scowled angrily at the sight of men being in charge.
'What are these women thinking, letting the men walk all over them like this!? It's revolting!'
Her being an Amazonian was the reason why she didn't take this lightly. In her land, women were the ones that ruled and men did the usual slave work. She came to Greece in hope of adventure and all she got was a bunch of stinking rotten men! How pathetic!
The men watched her with both curiosity and amusement. She glared back at them with a look that could kill and slammed down into one of the barstools.
"Give me some mead!" she said in a demanding tone.
"We don't serve women here." the bartender wasn't even looking at her which made her angry. He tended to another customer before she decided that she had waited long enough. Leaning over the counter, she grabbed the man by the strap of his toga and snarled in his face.
"Give me what I want or I'll slash your stomach and let your insides spill all over the floor and you'll still be alive to see it!" she spat angrily. When she let him go, he grabbed the largest cup and filled it to the brim. She took it from him so harshly that the frothy liquid spilled over the edge and covered her hand. She downed the contents within seconds and slammed the cup on the counter, declaring she wanted more.
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Post by Feather on Nov 23, 2008 18:23:28 GMT -5
This place was a brawler's paradise. Half drunk braggarts,lay half over the counter, and quite a few more had fallen asleep , with their beards in their drinks.
A oil-cloth cloaked man currently sat in the corner, observing the rather bossy woman with a bemused expression. The bartender looked terrified--but it was just a stupid lady. . .what was there to worry about? With a hearty chuckle the man rose from his sheet, and made his way to the bar counter, his well toned body, and confident posture keeping all of the wannabe warriors on their stools.
As he walked his eyes caught sight of half drunk tankards, and his amusement turned into annoyance. All of that good drink gone to waste! As if reminding him, his constant hunger rose up once again, this time in the form of a steady rumble.
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Upon reaching the counter Tantalus leaned backward, and turned hi battle scarred face toward Ianthe.
"I don' know what bordello you came from--but your behavior is very unlady like. Now I suggest you go crawl under the table like a good wench--and go have some ugly little brats like a proper sleeper'."
The man's hand reached for a bottle of mead behind the counter, but with a creak , the barrel promptly rolled off the edge, and shattered on the floor.
With a roar of outrage, a calloused hand flew to Tantalus's waist, and a wrist length dagger was plunged hilt high into the counter---the manic gleam in his eyes made one thing clear.
He wasn't exactly in a good mood anymore. |
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Post by Feather on Nov 23, 2008 18:41:21 GMT -5
She glared at him, but kept her cool at his naive comments.
"Where I come from, it's normal for a woman to act this way, but very unwise for a man to even say that!" she spat and drank her second cup before she heard him say the last comment. She sent the cup to the counter with so much force that it shattered and the pieces flung in random directions. She pulled a curved dagger from her boot and stuck it in his scarred face.
"How dare you say that to me!" she screamed with out rage as her whole body shook. Men never dared to say that to women where she lived. NOT EVER! If they did, then it meant their lives with the most possible pain ever created on the planet. But, of course, these men were naive little boys. They didn't know what was good for them. She still needed to punish him, though. In some way shape or form, she would punish him as she saw fit.
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Post by Feather on Nov 23, 2008 18:50:24 GMT -5
(Ignore above...I need to read...)
The shattered tankard, caused him to nod solemnly, as he listened to this lady speak about soem dream world, where women were treated like anything but the swine they were. Frankly it disgusted him.
Tantalus' gleaming eyes flashed up and down the dagger blade as the half crazed woman waved it about in his face.
"Unless you intend to use that woman, I suggest ya put it down."
The once king grumbled, gesturing toward the blade. By this time all eyes in the room had zoomed in on him, and his companion; and were watcching with anxious glee. With a sigh Tantalus' hand snapped forward, and grasped his own dagger.
"Now go back to your hole. I don't play dolls."
Frankly if this idiotic woman didn't learn her place soon...she would need to be taught so harshly.
The man's eyes soon caught on her tankard, and a feral growl rumbled in hsi throat. It seemed good food was being wasted on useless pregnant doges like this one.
"Damn Zeus. . ."
Or was it hades that should be blamed? Well frankly all the gods could go rot in Tartarus.
(Eeeew.......HE's HARD....I need to make his profile)
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Post by Feather on Nov 23, 2008 18:58:51 GMT -5
"Oh I intend to use this alright." she snarled, a malicious gleam in her eyes. She would not let him get away from this, and what was with the comment about zeus? Frankly, she didn't care at the moment. White hot rage coursed through her entire body, ready to be released at any moment. She was trained to not let her emotions get the best of her in battle, and she wouldn't let that happen now. She sent the dagger foward with enormous speed, that it would be tremendously hard to see.
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