The Pirate Witch

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos found it easy to over take the Roman ship. He had after all, done this his whole life. THe Romans fought with too many rules of war, and Deimos with too little. He cared not if he sunk the ship with the prize still on it, or not, which made defending it harder then any normal pirate attack. With the ship in shambles, and sinking, his men boarded her and marches in to find the prize--the woman.

He had heard of her before. The witch who knew things. He cared not how they worked, or what a woman on a boat meant, he wanted her. For the first time his want of a woman wasn't sexual, but power driven. He wanted the witch, and her powers. He wanted to know what she knew, and how it worked. Besides, he enjoyed taking anything of value from the Romans, and he didn't want that sort of power falling into their greedy hands. They wanted to take the world, and he wasn't going to make it easy for them.

He was covered in the sea, Roman blood, and ash as he walked below the deck of the sinking ship, and into the rooms to find the woman. "Take her to my cabin," he ordered upon finding her, and let his men pull her out of the ship while he stayed to make sure no Roman's lived.

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[Sura]

i wake at the first cringe of morning

and my heart's already sinned

Sura wasn't surprised when the Roman soldiers and their companions above decks started screaming and cursing. She had seen this attack coming and though she had warned the soldiers that they would not make it their shores with her as their prisoner, they had dismissed her. In fact, they had done worse than dismiss her, they had tied her to a bed below decks. And when she had looked at them quite calmly and told them that they would not live to see their Roman shores, their captain had backhanded her across the face.

Sura did not react to that violence, nor the pain that it caused. These dogs wanted her to cower and beg for her life, yet she would not. Though she had not seen her fate clearly in the visions from the gods, she was not frightened. If she lived, she lived and if she died, well, she would die. She would rather die at sea at the swords of pirates than with the collar of slavery about her neck in some cursed Roman villa.

She was Thracian and she was a vessel of the gods. She would not beg and she would not show fear.

So when the man that she perceived as the pirate captain entered her would-be prison cell covered with blood and ash, she was not surprised.

When he ordered her taken to his cabin, she was not frightened.

She was silent and calm as they untied her and moved her about the sinking ship, slinging her over one of their shoulders to carry her across to their own vessel.

She knew she should have questions, and maybe she did. However, at the moment, she was merely curious about what the gods had in store for her now.

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MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY

[Deimos]

Deimos

She had not looked surprised, nor showed fear. He liked that. It made a challenge arise in him. He did not seek to harm her, but he wondered what would frighten the girl, or even surprise her. The very idea intrigued him. Made him wonder.

Still, he was a captain first, so he sought to order his men to repairs and to make sure they were out of Roman sight before finally seeking out the witch. He unlocked his door, and paused before opening it. He half expected to find something aimed at his head in a weak attempt at escape. Stepping into the room slowly his eyes found her's.

"You are the one the Romans seek?" he asked of her, cutting right to the heart of the matter. "The witch?" the one who knew things that no mortal man could known. That power could not belong to the Romans who sought to control the world. He would keep it from them. It pleased him to keep something from the Roman's.

created by Lilith of Adoxography Sura

[Sura]

i wake at the first cringe of morning

and my heart's already sinned

When the captain opened the door to the cabin she was in, Sura was waiting for him. She did not throw anything at his head or attempt to run past him. She did not need the gods to show her that such things would be foolish. She was curious as to why he had gone through such trouble to retrieve her, but as long as she was alive and not beneath some Roman cock she was grateful. When she heard his question, she had to smile.

"I have never referred to myself as such and neither have my people," she said honestly. "However, I have heard Romans accuse me of being a witch among other things."

Sura saw no reason to lie to this man. After all, if he was asking the question, the he obviously knew something of her powers and who she was.

"My name is Sura."

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MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY