Ryiah found herself momentarily at a loss. She didn't want to have the entire camp against her due to creating problems with the Romans, but she wasn't about to leave Calico to go it alone with them. Worry for the man pulled at her. How had he gotten so sick so quickly? She had only been gone from his side for a day. Finally, mind made up, she took a quick step toward Ares, her lips curving upward in a soft smile. She fluttered her eyelashes a few times, and cocked her head.
"Look... maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I may be a guest here, but, I am willing to negotiate in return for at least a last chance at speaking with Calico, my captain." She reached out to gently touch Ares' arm, blinking demurely. If she could only get close to Calico... she might have a chance at healing him herself. "Please my lord..." she added, her striking amber hues opening wider in innocence. "Just a word..." she looked over her shoulder at Harrashim, who looked exasperated, yet he shrugged in acquiesce, an intrigued look on his face. He merely wanted to keep these Romans happy, so he could keep his gold and enjoy a good race.
"Look... maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I may be a guest here, but, I am willing to negotiate in return for at least a last chance at speaking with Calico, my captain." She reached out to gently touch Ares' arm, blinking demurely. If she could only get close to Calico... she might have a chance at healing him herself. "Please my lord..." she added, her striking amber hues opening wider in innocence. "Just a word..." she looked over her shoulder at Harrashim, who looked exasperated, yet he shrugged in acquiesce, an intrigued look on his face. He merely wanted to keep these Romans happy, so he could keep his gold and enjoy a good race.
"If you are not a slave of his harem then you are not entering the emperor's tent" informed Ares
"Those are my given orders and to defy them will cost me my own neck. No Roman ever defies orders. Honestly, my life is worth more than a moment of pleasure, no matter how beautiful you might be" pointed out Ares matter of fact
"Speak to our host, if you did happen to make arrangements and become a slave of his harem I am sure our host might like to present you to the emperor for his pleasures.. provided... you do not speak unless spoken to, you are subdued and have learned a slave's place in obeying orders no matter what these might be. One defiance, I will run you through with my sword, myself" informed Ares setting down the same strict terms he had told every chosen girl, not about to make exceptions for one of Harrishim's guests
"The owner of the harem and the horses and the tents is over there" indicated Ares sending Ryiah to negotiate with Harrishim one way or other
"Those are my given orders and to defy them will cost me my own neck. No Roman ever defies orders. Honestly, my life is worth more than a moment of pleasure, no matter how beautiful you might be" pointed out Ares matter of fact
"Speak to our host, if you did happen to make arrangements and become a slave of his harem I am sure our host might like to present you to the emperor for his pleasures.. provided... you do not speak unless spoken to, you are subdued and have learned a slave's place in obeying orders no matter what these might be. One defiance, I will run you through with my sword, myself" informed Ares setting down the same strict terms he had told every chosen girl, not about to make exceptions for one of Harrishim's guests
"The owner of the harem and the horses and the tents is over there" indicated Ares sending Ryiah to negotiate with Harrishim one way or other
It took all of Ryiah's composure not to show the disgust she felt at thought of becoming anyone's slave, much less Harrashim's, and at the whim of these cursed Romans. But.. she couldn't think of an alternative save for tearing the whole of the camp apart in her dragoness form. And even then, even as mighty dragon, she wasn't sure she would have victory over so many men.
Stomach churning, her gaze hard and back straight, Ryiah took a deep breath. Calico was worth it. And for that matter so was Taff.. who still needed freeing as well. Time to kill two birds with one stone.. she inwardly thought. Without another word to Ares, she flicked her cool gaze once to him, then turned to move away toward Harrashim. The man stood outside the horse pens, gazing fondly at Pegasus within, arms folded over his chest. "It's time we negotiate Harrashim." She said without preamble, halting before the man.
The turned to her with interest. "Didn't get far with our guest eh?" He mused, regarding her with sudden interest. "What are you suggesting?"
Ryiah frowned. "It seems not.." she murmered. Then, lifting her chin she spoke the words which caused her stomach to churn again. "I will place myself in your service," she couldn't bring herself to voice the word slave, "in return for Taff's freedom, and the chance to speak with Caesar." Her gaze was fiery, but her voice strangely subdued. This was, perhaps, only the beginning to what it would take to keep her empire, and those in it, safe.
Harrashim rubbed his hands together. "The Roman.. did express interest in you..." he thought a moment, wondering if he could get anything else out of the deal. Finally he nodded. "Done. You belong to me now my dear. I hope you enjoy your stay." The man turned and directed his men to inform Taff the boy was free. "Make sure he doesn't meddle in my affairs..." he added.
"As your first service to me, I shall grant you your wish.. but first.. perhaps a few more bangles." He ordered a few girls to add a circlet to Ryiah's head, and bangles to her ankles and wrists. Ryiah bore it without word, her sights set on speaking with Calico, and getting near him.
Finally, when Harrashim thought she was ready, he took her back to Caesars tent, along with a platter of delicous fruit and cheese. This he set in Ryiah's hand. Turning to speak with the guard, perhaps still Ares, he lifted his chin and gestured to Ryiah. "She finally came to 'er senses and saw the benefit of being in my service. I thought, perhaps, she would add to your stay here. Maybe I would lend her to you for its duration if you added... a bit more gold perhaps? She is no ordinary woman. She is a royal from across the water. An important one." He spoke the words before Ryiah had a chance to stop him, her mouth opening too late. Turning a glare up at him, she let her gaze speak for her. How dare he share her secret?
Stomach churning, her gaze hard and back straight, Ryiah took a deep breath. Calico was worth it. And for that matter so was Taff.. who still needed freeing as well. Time to kill two birds with one stone.. she inwardly thought. Without another word to Ares, she flicked her cool gaze once to him, then turned to move away toward Harrashim. The man stood outside the horse pens, gazing fondly at Pegasus within, arms folded over his chest. "It's time we negotiate Harrashim." She said without preamble, halting before the man.
The turned to her with interest. "Didn't get far with our guest eh?" He mused, regarding her with sudden interest. "What are you suggesting?"
Ryiah frowned. "It seems not.." she murmered. Then, lifting her chin she spoke the words which caused her stomach to churn again. "I will place myself in your service," she couldn't bring herself to voice the word slave, "in return for Taff's freedom, and the chance to speak with Caesar." Her gaze was fiery, but her voice strangely subdued. This was, perhaps, only the beginning to what it would take to keep her empire, and those in it, safe.
Harrashim rubbed his hands together. "The Roman.. did express interest in you..." he thought a moment, wondering if he could get anything else out of the deal. Finally he nodded. "Done. You belong to me now my dear. I hope you enjoy your stay." The man turned and directed his men to inform Taff the boy was free. "Make sure he doesn't meddle in my affairs..." he added.
"As your first service to me, I shall grant you your wish.. but first.. perhaps a few more bangles." He ordered a few girls to add a circlet to Ryiah's head, and bangles to her ankles and wrists. Ryiah bore it without word, her sights set on speaking with Calico, and getting near him.
Finally, when Harrashim thought she was ready, he took her back to Caesars tent, along with a platter of delicous fruit and cheese. This he set in Ryiah's hand. Turning to speak with the guard, perhaps still Ares, he lifted his chin and gestured to Ryiah. "She finally came to 'er senses and saw the benefit of being in my service. I thought, perhaps, she would add to your stay here. Maybe I would lend her to you for its duration if you added... a bit more gold perhaps? She is no ordinary woman. She is a royal from across the water. An important one." He spoke the words before Ryiah had a chance to stop him, her mouth opening too late. Turning a glare up at him, she let her gaze speak for her. How dare he share her secret?
Ares raised an interested eyebrow at Ryiah before giving Harrishim his attention again.
"Across the water there is only an empress that rules over dragons and a queen of the land of diamonds beyond that, but no matter, royals are no ordinary slaves indeed, you shall have more gold for her indeed. Our emperor deserves no less than princesses for sure" nodded Ares in agreement waving Malcum to bring another chest of gold, the heavy box carried by four men.
During the time they held Taff to ransom they had made the druid create more gold than a man could think possible and so they were well provisioned of wealth for their trading.
Ares gazed Ryiah and the food taking a piece and eating it, checking for poisons himself, waiting in case the poison was slow acting.
"You both may enter..." nodded Ares satisfied moving to one side and saluting Caesar by striking his chest with the folded fist.
"Ave Caesar, a royal from foreign lands placed at your service for your pleasures by our gracious host" repeated Ares watching the man glance at Ryiah with interest.
"Come then, sit by my feet, precious" nodded Caesar pleased enough with her beauty and composure. "You certainly are fit for a queen..." mused Caesar now desiring the woman for himself.
"Harrishim, I wish this slave of yours for my own... I will compete for her, tomorrow, if you will allow it" asked Caesar a curious interest if lustful desire building up within
"Across the water there is only an empress that rules over dragons and a queen of the land of diamonds beyond that, but no matter, royals are no ordinary slaves indeed, you shall have more gold for her indeed. Our emperor deserves no less than princesses for sure" nodded Ares in agreement waving Malcum to bring another chest of gold, the heavy box carried by four men.
During the time they held Taff to ransom they had made the druid create more gold than a man could think possible and so they were well provisioned of wealth for their trading.
Ares gazed Ryiah and the food taking a piece and eating it, checking for poisons himself, waiting in case the poison was slow acting.
"You both may enter..." nodded Ares satisfied moving to one side and saluting Caesar by striking his chest with the folded fist.
"Ave Caesar, a royal from foreign lands placed at your service for your pleasures by our gracious host" repeated Ares watching the man glance at Ryiah with interest.
"Come then, sit by my feet, precious" nodded Caesar pleased enough with her beauty and composure. "You certainly are fit for a queen..." mused Caesar now desiring the woman for himself.
"Harrishim, I wish this slave of yours for my own... I will compete for her, tomorrow, if you will allow it" asked Caesar a curious interest if lustful desire building up within
Ryiah swallowed her pride, though her eyes leaked her discomfort and anger at being in such a position, a blush upon her cheeks at being the target of desire. Biting her lower lip, until a small bead of blood welled, she moved with a straight back into the tent to sink onto a cushion near Caesar's feet at his bidding.
As the man spoke to Harrashim of competing for her, her head whipped back toward the bedouin leader, eyes wide. No... she could handle these bedouins, she wasn't so sure about the Romans. She shook her head, her fiery hair falling near her eyes, trying to dissuade the bedouin without saying anything, then cast a subtle glance toward Ares, considering speaking anyway.
She had felt a moment of hope, however, when Ares had not automatically assumed she was the Empress. Shifting slightly she reached a hand to her back shoulder blade, to make sure the cloth there covered the ebony and purple hued scales. Her gaze then shot around the room as she looked for Calico. She had seen him brought here...
Harrashim was enjoying the moment immensely. Bartering with two rulers in one day... well that wasn't something he had the chance to do often. Probably never again. But... there remained the fact that he knew all to well he couldn't afford to annoy these Romans. The Empress on the other hand... held no power other than dragonness form, which would be bad indeed, if she were to turn her ire on him and his. Such choices... he mused, seeing Ryiah's angry shake of her head, her flashing eyes as she tried to convince him not to agree.
Finally Harrashim nodded at Caesar. "Done, your lordship. If you win she is yours." He went with the threat he saw as worse for the time being. Ryiah had no fleet to command for the time being, the Romans did. "If I win... well... I would love to procure a ship of our own." His wealth waa growing, perhaps it was a good time to consider branching his horse trade out to other nearby Islands. These races would be known far and wide.
Ryiah moved to stand almost before she had thought to do so, her chin lifted as she turned to confront Harrashim. "How dare you barter me?" She hissed. Of course... she was reminded of the last time she'd been on the island, but that time she had somehow known Calico would rescue her. This is time... her glance went to Ares and Caesar, a note of fear finally creeping into her though she kept it firmly off her face.
She considered shifting right then, but... she had to make sure she could heal Calico when it happened, as quickly as possible.
As the man spoke to Harrashim of competing for her, her head whipped back toward the bedouin leader, eyes wide. No... she could handle these bedouins, she wasn't so sure about the Romans. She shook her head, her fiery hair falling near her eyes, trying to dissuade the bedouin without saying anything, then cast a subtle glance toward Ares, considering speaking anyway.
She had felt a moment of hope, however, when Ares had not automatically assumed she was the Empress. Shifting slightly she reached a hand to her back shoulder blade, to make sure the cloth there covered the ebony and purple hued scales. Her gaze then shot around the room as she looked for Calico. She had seen him brought here...
Harrashim was enjoying the moment immensely. Bartering with two rulers in one day... well that wasn't something he had the chance to do often. Probably never again. But... there remained the fact that he knew all to well he couldn't afford to annoy these Romans. The Empress on the other hand... held no power other than dragonness form, which would be bad indeed, if she were to turn her ire on him and his. Such choices... he mused, seeing Ryiah's angry shake of her head, her flashing eyes as she tried to convince him not to agree.
Finally Harrashim nodded at Caesar. "Done, your lordship. If you win she is yours." He went with the threat he saw as worse for the time being. Ryiah had no fleet to command for the time being, the Romans did. "If I win... well... I would love to procure a ship of our own." His wealth waa growing, perhaps it was a good time to consider branching his horse trade out to other nearby Islands. These races would be known far and wide.
Ryiah moved to stand almost before she had thought to do so, her chin lifted as she turned to confront Harrashim. "How dare you barter me?" She hissed. Of course... she was reminded of the last time she'd been on the island, but that time she had somehow known Calico would rescue her. This is time... her glance went to Ares and Caesar, a note of fear finally creeping into her though she kept it firmly off her face.
She considered shifting right then, but... she had to make sure she could heal Calico when it happened, as quickly as possible.
Caesar nodded, running his fingers through her hair gently
"Harrishim, I will gift you the ship all the same, my friend. Rome has a large stadium where horse races are a must have, to keep the bets going and appease our nobles. It would be good for my empire and your trade that you were to compete at least once a year" encouraged Caesar "I have never seen such magnificent horses as yours are" smiled the emperor clearly satisfied.
"You on the other hand, you will be sailing with us... precious... my warships are reaching an empire of dragons with harpoons at hand, gifting their empress with a beautiful slave or two will facilitate our trades and peaceful relations without a need for war.
I have been told the empress has a unique beauty it is thus appropriate she should be surrounded by beautiful slaves to accompany her" noted Caesar watching her stand
"Harrishim, I will gift you the ship all the same, my friend. Rome has a large stadium where horse races are a must have, to keep the bets going and appease our nobles. It would be good for my empire and your trade that you were to compete at least once a year" encouraged Caesar "I have never seen such magnificent horses as yours are" smiled the emperor clearly satisfied.
"You on the other hand, you will be sailing with us... precious... my warships are reaching an empire of dragons with harpoons at hand, gifting their empress with a beautiful slave or two will facilitate our trades and peaceful relations without a need for war.
I have been told the empress has a unique beauty it is thus appropriate she should be surrounded by beautiful slaves to accompany her" noted Caesar watching her stand
How had things gotten so muddled so quickly? Ryiah wondered morosely. Caesar planned on gifting her.... to herself? If her situation weren't so unfortunate she might have laughed, as it was her lips quirked upward in a sudden grin, unable to keep the ironic look from her face. The man's fingers in her hair made her want to shift away, yet she held still until still she'd shot to her feet to confront Harrashim.
That idea had gone south. The man was clearly more worried about appeasing the Romans than he was herself. Turning to Caesar Ryiah lifted her chin, standing straight and, hopefully, composed before him. She *tried* to keep her voice with a hint of respect, to keep the frustration from it. Was that how a slave would sound? She was bad at this... she knew. "Please... sir." She couldn't bring herself to address him as her lord. She was an Empress after all.
"Where is the slave you just aquired, the captain... I would very much like to speak with him." Ryiah knelt back down, bells jingling softly. She turned wide pleading eyes to Caesar, her amber hues clear and strong despite her attempts at seeming weak.
That idea had gone south. The man was clearly more worried about appeasing the Romans than he was herself. Turning to Caesar Ryiah lifted her chin, standing straight and, hopefully, composed before him. She *tried* to keep her voice with a hint of respect, to keep the frustration from it. Was that how a slave would sound? She was bad at this... she knew. "Please... sir." She couldn't bring herself to address him as her lord. She was an Empress after all.
"Where is the slave you just aquired, the captain... I would very much like to speak with him." Ryiah knelt back down, bells jingling softly. She turned wide pleading eyes to Caesar, her amber hues clear and strong despite her attempts at seeming weak.
"The rebellious slave is hanging from the ceiling in shackles ready for a whipping, when I get round to it" replied Caesar
"Is he a relative of yours, precious?" quizzed Caesar surprised a slave might dare take interest in another slave in his presence where all interest and attentions should be for himself
"Is he a relative of yours, precious?" quizzed Caesar surprised a slave might dare take interest in another slave in his presence where all interest and attentions should be for himself
Ryiah felt hot anger kindle again in her gaze as well as her chest and she twisted to look for Calico, finally spotting the captain where she had not thought to look before. With a gasp she was back on her feet, her body a bit rigid with emotion. She turned her gaze on Caesar then. A relative? she thought to herself. Nay... he shares half my heart. she didn't speak the words aloud, instead, lifting her chin and addressng Caesar once more, this time without pretending submissivness. This could not continue or Calico and herself would both die.
"You said before you planned on offering me to the Empress of dragons. Well you are in luck. You can make your gift now. I am Empress Ryiah Sendara Bet'Luna. Give me back my captain, and I might consider negotiating peace with you, rather than tearing your ships to pieces as I had planned." Her gaze narrowed and she spoke softly, arms crossing over her chest.
"You said before you planned on offering me to the Empress of dragons. Well you are in luck. You can make your gift now. I am Empress Ryiah Sendara Bet'Luna. Give me back my captain, and I might consider negotiating peace with you, rather than tearing your ships to pieces as I had planned." Her gaze narrowed and she spoke softly, arms crossing over her chest.
"You will have to excuse me, precious, but an empress doesn't submit to a merchant of horses as a common harem wench of his" pointed out Caesar as a matter of fact
"Still... I will grant you benefit of the doubt and if you can prove your case and accept a marriage between us, I would offer him as your wedding dowry alongside more suited presents of course. That was my purpose for travelling to the land of the dragons after all" noted Caesar quite direct about his politics
"Still... I will grant you benefit of the doubt and if you can prove your case and accept a marriage between us, I would offer him as your wedding dowry alongside more suited presents of course. That was my purpose for travelling to the land of the dragons after all" noted Caesar quite direct about his politics
"She does if she wishes to avoid unnecessary bloodshed." Ryiah retorted, turning to pull the back of her outfit slightly lower to reveal the scales glistening there to prove her identity. Turning back to Caesar she apoke again. "I am no common harem wench, nor would I have allowed things to go that way further than what was in my control, for my purposes."
Ryiah took a breath, trying to steady her nerve. "I will not consider marriage with you. I am betrothed to another already, and even if I were not, you wouldn't be my first choice... sir. But I will not retaliate against you for the pain you have caused my captain, if you return him to me now."
Ryiah took a breath, trying to steady her nerve. "I will not consider marriage with you. I am betrothed to another already, and even if I were not, you wouldn't be my first choice... sir. But I will not retaliate against you for the pain you have caused my captain, if you return him to me now."
"Well in such circumstances, I will forfeit your company and beauty and leave you to remain at this harem figuring out your way to freedom until your master brings you to Rome along with his horses. Perhaps if you were to see our wealth and military prowess, your mind might dominate your heart and you will see our union as beneficial for both our empires" mused Caesar swirling his wine.
"I do not expect your love. It is rare that nobility in Rome marries for love, it is always for political gains. You are allowed your own harem too, for love and for pleasure and he will be there, waiting for you to accept my offer. Thus, I am not going to gift you the rebellious captain.
I was planning on gifting the empress a female of beauty perhaps you shall have your freedom instead if I do win your hand tomorrow at the races, that is as far as the offer extends, given your outright refusal to an advantageous union between us and our empires" mused Caesar
"I do not expect your love. It is rare that nobility in Rome marries for love, it is always for political gains. You are allowed your own harem too, for love and for pleasure and he will be there, waiting for you to accept my offer. Thus, I am not going to gift you the rebellious captain.
I was planning on gifting the empress a female of beauty perhaps you shall have your freedom instead if I do win your hand tomorrow at the races, that is as far as the offer extends, given your outright refusal to an advantageous union between us and our empires" mused Caesar
Ryiah felt trapped, her gaze going to Calico, who looked very sick indeed. Her plans were falling flat, and she obviously needed to work on her persuasive skills. Standing before Caesar, Ryiah faltered. "Is there nothing else besides marriage you would consider in exchange for him?" She finally asked, feeling weary and sick as well, swaying a bit on her feet until she finally was forced to kneel. Her gaze was uncharacteristically soft, much of her defiance gone from it for the moment. She worried not over her own freedom here, she could leave anytime she wished, Harrashim could not hold her. Yet if Calico were to be harmed, to die, as would she.
As she waited for the man's answer she gathered her strength for the shift. The height of her dragon form would bring her well near enough to Calico to heal him, perhaps then her own energy would return... perhaps they could escape...
As she waited for the man's answer she gathered her strength for the shift. The height of her dragon form would bring her well near enough to Calico to heal him, perhaps then her own energy would return... perhaps they could escape...
Caesar looked narrow eyed yet curious as she became a dragoness of prowess and might, her breath restoring the previously mangled Calico to a healthy well chained prisoner without the least scratch upon him.
He looked fascinated at her ability to restore life and health, clearly, something he was most interested in.
"Now now now... aren't you a beast of beauty and might... I must have you..." mused Caesar fearlessly approaching the dragon to pat the beast touching the scales with admiration.
"Can you heal anyone or just this particular scallywag?" quizzed Caesar seeing yet another reason to press upon the matter of having this woman. Not only was she beautiful but she was also powerful.
He looked fascinated at her ability to restore life and health, clearly, something he was most interested in.
"Now now now... aren't you a beast of beauty and might... I must have you..." mused Caesar fearlessly approaching the dragon to pat the beast touching the scales with admiration.
"Can you heal anyone or just this particular scallywag?" quizzed Caesar seeing yet another reason to press upon the matter of having this woman. Not only was she beautiful but she was also powerful.
Ryiah hadn't intended on shifting so soon, not yet.. but her concentration had been slipping the more sick Calico had become, and she had shifted inadvertently, her form filling much of the tent, the once luxurious clothing laying torn on the ground. Before any could stop her she had touched her muzzle to Calico, restoring his health and a bit of her own vigour. Eyeing Calico's chains, she moved her neck beneath the man so he did not dangle so painfully, taking his weight herself.
Then, she gripped the chain in her maw, attempting to crush them within her jaws, sparks flying a bit as her teeth clashed with the hardened chains.
Growling low she turned her gaze, the same sparking amber hues as her human form, back to Caesar. Harrashim had long since fled the tent, leaving Caesar to deal with the unusual harem slave he'd offered his guest.
"I heal all..." She said, voice angry yet contained. "Free him now." To help encourage the Roman she lowered her muzzle, ignoring his hands upon her, and puffed a steamy breath of vapor upon him threateningly.
Then, she gripped the chain in her maw, attempting to crush them within her jaws, sparks flying a bit as her teeth clashed with the hardened chains.
Growling low she turned her gaze, the same sparking amber hues as her human form, back to Caesar. Harrashim had long since fled the tent, leaving Caesar to deal with the unusual harem slave he'd offered his guest.
"I heal all..." She said, voice angry yet contained. "Free him now." To help encourage the Roman she lowered her muzzle, ignoring his hands upon her, and puffed a steamy breath of vapor upon him threateningly.
"If you are mine... you can have all of him for yourself indeed. I do not give to get nothing in return" pointed out Caesar
"A mighty beast like you with such healing powers is too unique and majestic to simply let you leave, never to be seen again. I'd encourage you to reconsider... my proposal." mused Caesar brushing the muzzle fascinated and wrapping his arms around the beast's neck
"I must have you... one way or other... precious" insisted Caesar brushing the scales gently, as he would his best war horse
"A mighty beast like you with such healing powers is too unique and majestic to simply let you leave, never to be seen again. I'd encourage you to reconsider... my proposal." mused Caesar brushing the muzzle fascinated and wrapping his arms around the beast's neck
"I must have you... one way or other... precious" insisted Caesar brushing the scales gently, as he would his best war horse
Sendara back away a step, pulling her muzzle away from Caesar's grasp, and looking to Calico then back to Caesar, wondering why the captain and holder of her heart said nothing. Why did he not wake?
Trying once again to cut the chains with her jaws, she found them too strong and thick, yet with a mighty pull she dislodged the chains from the tents much softer surface, the length of them falling heavily with a clank to the floor. Turning her head she regarded Caesar with a still kindled eye. "Why should I reconsider?" she asked the Roman with saracasm, tinged with curiosity, her head moving to glance toward the tent flaps. She knew that Caesar's men were many, but she was considering taking her chances. She had flight on her side, and her own weapons were also to be feared. The strength of her claws and the scorching breath which brewed within her. Why did Caesar seem so casual and unafraid? Her gaze narrowed at him.
Trying once again to cut the chains with her jaws, she found them too strong and thick, yet with a mighty pull she dislodged the chains from the tents much softer surface, the length of them falling heavily with a clank to the floor. Turning her head she regarded Caesar with a still kindled eye. "Why should I reconsider?" she asked the Roman with saracasm, tinged with curiosity, her head moving to glance toward the tent flaps. She knew that Caesar's men were many, but she was considering taking her chances. She had flight on her side, and her own weapons were also to be feared. The strength of her claws and the scorching breath which brewed within her. Why did Caesar seem so casual and unafraid? Her gaze narrowed at him.
"Because if you do not comply... it will cost his freedom and life... these chains are no ordinary metal, they are magic inbued and stone at the core so teeth like yours can never prey it opened" pointed out Caesar, a foot stomping on Calico's chest and his unsheathed sword at the man's chest sure to pierce him to death.
"This ruffian is mine by right of conquest, to try to remove him will cost your empire dearly, Caesar does not take it kindly to theft..." informed Caesar plain and blunt
"Now I am taking him back to Rome to my harem of slaves, you may come visit when you earn your freedom back, if you care enough for his embraces. A union between us, of course, would see him entirely yours, you asked the price of his release, it is your hand... nothing less will do" mused Caesar.
"For now, I have a race to partake at, to win you over..." smirked Caesar "If Fortuna is favourable to us, Romans, today at the race, and Athena grants us victory, then rest assured you will by far be extremely well taken care of, no sooner you're mine" assured Caesar already counting on his victory.
"This ruffian is mine by right of conquest, to try to remove him will cost your empire dearly, Caesar does not take it kindly to theft..." informed Caesar plain and blunt
"Now I am taking him back to Rome to my harem of slaves, you may come visit when you earn your freedom back, if you care enough for his embraces. A union between us, of course, would see him entirely yours, you asked the price of his release, it is your hand... nothing less will do" mused Caesar.
"For now, I have a race to partake at, to win you over..." smirked Caesar "If Fortuna is favourable to us, Romans, today at the race, and Athena grants us victory, then rest assured you will by far be extremely well taken care of, no sooner you're mine" assured Caesar already counting on his victory.
At Caesar's words, and his move, nearly running Calico through, Sendara backed away, laying herself down and placing her head nearly all the way on the ground. If you kill him... you will be killing me as well, and that is not merely a figure of speech. The Captain owns half my heart. Sendara sighed, and perhaps if she had been in human form, a tear might have slipped down her cheek. I will go with you to Rome, but you must leave Calico here, free. Must she say goodbye so soon after pledging him her Troth? But at least he would be no slave.
"Let him go free? and risk anyone running the scoundrel through and killing you? Nay... this man is most valuable to me alive than dead, as are you... empress... you will both come with me to Rome, you shall be my empress and he is all yours to keep as you see fit, provided... no harm comes to him" muttered Caesar watching Calico wriggle a little and start to wake up.
"I desire your mighty strength, your incomparable beauty and far more importantly your unrivalled healing power." mused Caesar being quite open and honest about it.
"Still, it is early days to barter you or him, for he belongs to me at present and you belong to Harrishim at present too" reminded Caesar
"I must first compete and win you over, or perhaps arrange a sale if I do fail, then we can negotiate further, marrying a slave wouldn't do in Rome so you shall be my equal once we leave this island" commented Caesar having his men stand and restrain Calico but careful to not harm him in the least
"I desire your mighty strength, your incomparable beauty and far more importantly your unrivalled healing power." mused Caesar being quite open and honest about it.
"Still, it is early days to barter you or him, for he belongs to me at present and you belong to Harrishim at present too" reminded Caesar
"I must first compete and win you over, or perhaps arrange a sale if I do fail, then we can negotiate further, marrying a slave wouldn't do in Rome so you shall be my equal once we leave this island" commented Caesar having his men stand and restrain Calico but careful to not harm him in the least
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