Bah Bah Black Sheep

[Gannicus]

god of the arena A fucking goat farm. Gannicus walked along the edge of the gate, his fingers touching it as he past. It had taken months to track someone down from the surviving ones who made it over the mountain. He had yet to lay eyes on Sybil, but he heard news of a German and Syrian living here, and he sought it out to see if they were his brothers. Passing the sticking goats he made way past while looking for life. He wore a hood over head to protect from his facing being known, but he was ready to drop it when faced with the temper of the German. Many had died in battle, and Gannicus had been taken prisoner. They had come at him, changing men to keep from dying and to tire him. The fucking Ceaser had finally hit head and left Gannicus sleeping. He had not died on the wooden cross, but instead cut down and hidden until he healed. Now he was looking for his brothers and his woman. Grinning, he thought it humorless if he died here, by his brother's temper should he not make himself known. With this thought, he make sure his hands were far from sword--not that he could weld it as strongly after.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus
 
Note: I wonder what the ratio of Aggie not cursing posts will be compared to ones where he does curse...

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron never expected his life to be as such. He had once said with sincerity that blood and battle was all he had ever known. And yet, they were absent choice. Even still, Nasir made it easier. The young boy they adopted, orphaned by the Romans among the survivors, made it easier. He held a family. A feeling unknown to him since the fall of his brother Duro. Perhaps the day would come where he would pick up a sword once more, but for the time being, embracing his life filled his heart with whatever semblance of happiness could be found in this world. Not to mention that his hands still required healing, even months later, from the brutal punishment of the Romans. Currently, Nasir had taken their son to market to gather a few things. Agron would normally accompany them but there was much labour to be done here.

They were of the utmost caution. Never lowering guard even if they had successfully eluded Roman attention for months now. The fall of their brothers weighed heavy on the German's heart. Not a day went by that they weren't remembered. Yet all that could be done was to move forward. As Agron worked the land, a shadowed figure in the distance immediately drew his attention. He eyed the stranger with suspicion, the hood shrouding his identity. Leaving Agron even more distrusting of him. He did not like the look of him. Not in the slightest. "You! State fucking intention or find your tongue forever stilled." His anger used as a mask for the fear of who it could be. He walked toward the man, unafraid, with only a dagger at his side which he promptly pulled out, gripping it and ignoring the pain that it caused in his still healing wound. The fear of discovery currently trumped all else.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus found a smile on lips at the sound of his angry friend. Nothing changed. Seeing his friend grip the dagger made his sprints lighten. "I knew you'd grip something besides cock one day." He jested, reaching up for his hood to pull it back, "My intentions is to fucking find you." With that Gannicus moved forward to embrace the man who he had come to call brother. The embrace had this journey feel more real, but he knew it was not over. He had yet to find his woman, and would not stop until then. Yet he would not ask about her until he had been welcomed by his friend. "The goats hid your stink, and made you fucking hard to find." He jested as he pulled back. He knew that Nasir had made it too, since it was their pair of them that had drew him here. He had been ready t give life to help the others escape, and it was good to see it unwasted. He had not expected them to stay together, as that would make them easier to hunt. Yet he had not expected to see so little trace of them. Agron had done well in hiding their tracks. The Roman's had taken his sword but he had proved he was not a dumb fuck.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron kept his grip on the dagger firm, eyes fixated on the potential target. The potential threat. Yet the moment that he spoke, and then proceeded to lower his hood, Agron froze with the shock of who he saw standing before him. A ghost, no doubt. A man that they had thought dead. One that he had mourned. A fallen brother, to join all the rest. "Fuck the gods," he stated, expressive of his shock. He had said the words once before when Gannicus had emerged from seemingly impossible situation. Now however, had exceeded that former circumstance. He didn't even know what to say, and relief swept over the German when Gannicus moved to embrace him.

He promptly returned the embrace, his arms wrapping around the man, closing his eyes as he felt his heart warm at his survival. When pulling away he remarked about the stink masked by the smell of goat, the jest making Agron's mouth break into a smile and a chuckle emerge. His hand went to Gannicus' cheek, giving it a light tap before resting on the back of his head. "How many times will the gods fucking reject you from the afterlife," he joked back. So many times Gannicus had cheated deaths. His victory however, did nothing but lift Agron's spirits, to say the least.

"It warms heart beyond compare, to see you alive brother." His smile had faded from the wide one, to a softer one, filled with sincerity, needing to express in the moment how good it was to see his brother of heart. "Come. My stink may have been covered by goat but yours is not so easily masked," he further teased Gannicus, his hand casually on his back as he turned them to lead him toward his and Nasir's home. He could only imagine how far Gannicus had traveled, and how little he must have eaten and drank upon his journey. Nasir was usually better at being a host, but Gannicus was certainly an exception for Agron. Though he wasn't even certain he was over the shock of seeing Gannicus alive and standing before him.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Agron gave his face a light tap, and Gannicus found himself grinning enjoying the embrace of friend and letting himself forget the death of everyone for a while. His hands were whole but he had little strength in them. He would not draw attention to them but they were not far from his mind. "They would not have me any more then they would you." He returned, looking around, and noting they were alone. "Graduate. I have been searching for you fucks for a long time, and rest was hard to find in the lands owned by Rome." Gannicus would have once touched Agron as much as he was being touched, but one reason he traveled light was the pain in his arms. It was wise to come this far from Rome, and to break from the group. Rome did not know they were lovers and would not follow the same clues as Gannicus had. They seemed to have found saftey, and Gannicus was envious of the peace. He would stay for a few days before moving on to find his woman. "Where is your man? I was told a German and a Syrian lived here. It was how I knew to look." Nasir and himself had not grown as close as brothers, but he was honored to call the man friend. He liked the man's honor, and honestly. He liked that his brother had found someone.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron once again chuckled, the sound coming with more ease than he thought possible. While he had found peace with the others here, the reunion with a brother long thought dead gave him a new sense of joy. One he never thought to experience. "Well then fortunte continues to favor both of us. And pray the gods continue to cast us into this shit world." Words said with some jest, for there was good found in it to. In love. In companionship. In fraternity. Agron wanted to know all about Gannicus' journey, but also did not wish to press him without the proper food and rest he most certainly required. He could see the weakened demeanour of the man, though he didn't waver in movements. He was far stronger than that. Truth be told, concern had flickered within the German as to how Gannicus had even found them. Fearing their trail was so easily discovered.

But Gannicus was resourceful, and the way he presented what he had heard started to lay to rest those fears. "It is good that rumor traveled to your ears. Otherwise I fear you may have been searching for longer still." He kept his hand on Gannicus' back, acting in comfort but in truth, offering additional physical support to the man should he not wish to ask for it. "Nasir has gone to market." Agron paused, turning his head to Gannicus with another smile. He knew who else Gannicus may seek out, and knew this only because the person Agron loved would also be foremost in his mind. He knew what it was to need to know their whereabouts. "With Sibyl," he finished, opening the door to their home for Gannicus to step inside.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena "Fuck the gods, and let them keep us here." He agreed, as they continued to Agron's dwelling. Gannicus knew that Agron would be concerned about others finding him. There would always be a danger of waking to find Romans at your door--even this far from Rome. "It was not rumor, but questioning. I told them I was looking for your sister, so I could steal her away. Drunken fucks were all to willing to help me get a woman." He jested, hoping that put Agron to ease. He had learned in his time as a freedman that drunken shits were the key to information in cities. Romans would not try that manner of looking. Agron voiced word on where his lover was, and added that he was not alone. Gannicus lost his smile in surprise for a moment, pausing in his walk. "She is here, then?" He asked, not wanting to believe that he was favored in finding both of who he sought. Reaching out he touched his brother's chest "My gratitude has grown greater, knowing you did not leave her to fair for herself." He found his smile returning. "I feared for one so innocent, but you honor us both with keeping her safe." He found it easier then before to have high spirits, and longed for her return from market. Agron and himself might have started on disagreement, but Gannicus had grown to love him as a brother, and his only proved that Agron held in in the same esteem. "How did you come to settle here?" He asked as they begin walking again.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron smiled as he listened to Gannicus explain how he had come about to find them. It did give him some relief, to know the path that Gannicus took upon them, was not one Romans would mirror. Each had their own methods. Clearly one more resourceful than the other. "Then I consider it good fortunate, that I do not have a sister. To keep her from your fucking grasp and cock." It was a tease of course, further revealed with a chuckle from Agron. He had but a brother . . . one he sorely missed but honored in the only way he had known how. Now, he was restored with another brother. One of heart, but strong in bond.

The laughter faded but a smile remained as he watched Gannicus absorb the news. The lack of smile more revealing than immediate expression of joy. He cared for the girl, that much had been clear. "She is," he answered, further confirming what Gannicus seemed to dare hope to be true. The German gave a short nod, hearing his brother express gratitude and fear for her. Agron feared to think how someone such as her would have fared. There were those among them who's paths did not stray far from each other apart from him and Nasir. The young boy they had taken into their home. Sybil. And Laeta. But they also had a new life to embrace, one that Agron felt he should give his friend warning about before he lay eyes on the child himself. "I did it to honor you," he told him. He took care of Sybil, for Gannicus. Just as he did Laeta in part for Spartacus.

"She stays among us, in our home. I would not have her from sight. With risk still existing. Laeta remains close too." It had been in part to help with the child she bared, for while she had a home nor far, it was easier to keep her safe and support her with her among them. "It is the second honor I have given to your passing," Agron continued, his expression turning more serious for a moment as he continued. "I named a fucking goat after you," he said, suddenly breaking out into a bright smile, playing and lightly hitting Gannicus' upper arm. Once inside, he motioned for him to sit while he filled a cup and started to gather what bread and leftover meat they had, attempting to formulate a response to his question.

"We traveled for many weeks." But her pregnancy had forced them to need a proper destination. "Fucking treacherous path it was." With the Romans trying to scour who they could. Agron set a plate in front of Gannicus, long with a pitcher as he filled his cup before filling his own. He then took a seat across from him. "We decided upon warmer region. Far enough from Romans, close enough to civilization so to do not suffer in shit." Cut off from all else.

Taking a sip of his drink, he looked at Gannicus, his eyes roaming over his face for a moment. Revealing their own treacherous paths brought to realization that Gannicus' own must not have been easy. "Did you evade capture? Or did you escape the shit eaters grasp?" Had he been take or had he managed to avoid the Romans this entire time? If he'd been captured, Agron knew what his next inquiry would be . . . first hand experience guiding him to question what those shits did to him.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Agron jested that it was good he held no sister, and Gannicus grinned "No? I thought I have seen your face above breast before!" It warmed heart to have such light conversation after the hell that the Romans could evoke. Gannicus was honored that Agron kept his woman close, and did not even care there was a goat baring his name sake. "We fucking eat him first!" Another jest, as he knew they most likely sold the milk and cheese rather then eat the goats! Hearing tale of their travel, made Gannicus see he choice well in trying to find them. In truth he could have been looking for years had he not happened to ask the right men in the right tavern. It was not a trip of ease, but one they would not have to face again if they remained favored by the gods. "You take on many mouths to feed," he pondered, grateful for his brother's kindness. "I will reply your efforts with aid, if accepted." Meaning he would stay and help if Agron didn't mind one more. He would work on building a life near here, and helping the small farm grow. "Though aid might come slowly, killing is all I have known." Which brought them to Agron's question of how he got here. "They thought me dead." He gave, "When back was turn a man saw me from sight, and kept me hidden until I could leave." He didn't explain how they thought him dead, but he knew that Agron would know. Gannicus had bandages on his wrist, and word had to have traveled that Crassus had put over 5,000 to cross. Even his own slave girl.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron laughed when Gannicus suggested eating that goat first, knowing it was a jest. The opportunity to reveal that Gannicus' child was rather fond of that particular goat would present itself soon enough. "It is all I can do, to honor the fallen, and those committed to the war.." Gannicus. Spartcus. And even the women near them now, fighting in a rebellion in their own way. Gannicus offered to help if accepted, adding that the assistance would come with time considering his unfamiliarity of the life now lived.

"I was of similar mind." Agron hadn't known anything but blood and battle. "But it comes with time." And, lack of choice really. They were alive though. That counted for something. For Agron, Nasir made each day easier. Just as Gannicus knew Sibyl would make it easier for Gannicus to embrace such a lifestyle. Absent the familiarity of it. Agron listened intently to Gannicus' explanation, his eyes dropping to the bandages on his hand.

A slight clench of Agron's jaw in the memory of his own experience being crucified. One he would never wish on his brother yet it seemed too late for that. "I would check your wounds," he told him, pushing to a stand to moved next to Gannicus. "Do you suffer any other?" Apart from his hands, which would last for some time. As Agron knew from firsthand experience. "Better I take a fucking look at them first before your woman lays eyes on them." Best they be a bit more prepared. Besides, there was also Gannicus' child to consider.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Agron claimed it was all he did to honor the fallen but Gannicus thought it more. His brother had gotten the others over the mountain. Safe passage gave death meaning for the warriors who died free and not slave. The slaves who now lived free honored death with life. That was what Gannicus gave life for. Or attempted too. Agron spoke then of wanting to clean the wrist that the Roman's had put to cross with nail. Gannicus felt his body tighten and go stiff from the need to voice a refusal but it was Agron's words of his woman that stilled it. The appearance of being weak was hard for the former champion and the silence stretched before he gave nod. Agreement did not come with out cost to pride. Good fortune had it only his wrist and not hand but he would never fight again. Not with grace and power of before. "When did gladiator became fucking nurse?" He gave attempt a jest before making body relax. "I suffer nothing more then your fucking good will." Even if he did, he would not give it voice. Not wanting to be asked about time with Romans, a condition Agron could relate too, Gannicus instead asked about Sybil. "Tell me how she fairs." He felt great need to see her once again. "She held too much innocence to be slave. I fear she will not do well without aid." He still remembered dragging her from snow.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

When Gannicus gave consent, Agron moved to gather the necessary supplies. A clean cloth, a bowl of warm water, and some long pieces of cloth that could serve as a new bandage. "After he became a fucking farmer," Agron replied, responding to the jest in kind. This was not the life any Gladiator or even warrior was expected to have. But living in it, with people he loved . . . well, Agron could not currently wish for anything else. Once having what was needed, he moved to sit next to Gannicus, setting the items on the table, listening to Gannicus question the welfare of Sybil. "Well you need not fear such a thing. For she is not without it." Without aid. Him, Nasir, Laeta, and a few others that had not strayed far all had formed close ties with each other.

An understanding of what they had endured, strengthening a support system among the survivors of the rebels war. Letting a few moments of silence pass as Agron unbandaged Gannicus' wrists and began to gently wipe the wound with water, Agron's mind mulled over this being the time to tell him. It would be as good as any, knowing Gannicus would need fair warning before laying eyes on his child. Pausing for a moment, Agron made eye contact with Gannicus. "She gave life to child," Agron finally revealed. A small but sincere smile formed on his lips as he continued, just so there was no confusion. "Your child, he finished.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Agron claimed he learned to nurse as farmer, and Gannicus gave half hearted grin before it faded. He felt in little mood to jest while being so exposed. Never before had injury caused him shame, but in what the Romans had done he did not wear it with pride. He sat silent while Agron played nurse and cleaned it. Waiting to hear word of of his woman to give something for though rather then injuries. It was the words that came that turned mood from sour. At first it was as if he couldn't move, unable to comprehend the meaning. Pulling his arm from friend's tender touch he sat there trying to force his mind to term. Agron further spoke that it was his child, and Gannicus had not doubted of this. He had given though to such before leaving her. Yet had not given thought to it since. He looked around room to seek out a sign that it was truth, but had no knowledge of what to seek. He had never even held a fucking babe. Now he had one. There was much to known but he could not ask any. Floundering he looked back up to his brother. "How long?" When had she given life to their child. "What is it?" Where was it? Did she take it to market? Was that a thing that could be done? Where their not dangers there? What if they were robbed? "What name does it bare?"

^Agron