Thread: Ancient Rome (blushing-rose and casketslinger)

I've seen many Celts and they don't bare your beauty, most are pale and freckled, your skin is more like mine. Antonia reached out and caressed his hand down the new slaves arm. I can see what my father likes about you. I wonder if he'll have you stay in the guest bedroom or just move you directly into his bed and kick mother out. Alas they're passion has waned since his return from abroad. She finds comfort in father's cousin, Faustus. Antonia said as his hand began to wander from her arm to her midsection. You look famished, come, I'll show you the grounds and the house and then we'll get some food in you. Maybe if I fatten you up some, Father won't want you and I can keep you for myself. Antonia said with a charismatic laugh, he hoped that his joke wouldn't be lost in translation because Aurelia still looked tense and he wished to put her at ease. The handsome young man reached around the new slave's back and cupped her side as he guided her toward the veranda. Over here you'll see the slave quarters, normally you'd be placed here with the other servants, Lucky you though because the house is much more comfortable. Below we house our Gladiator stock. Usually our stalls would be full of proud warriors but we only have two and one is injured. Look down into the training pit and you'll see our only able bodied man practicing now......HAIL Maelstrom! You fight well! Antonia called down from the balcony into the pit where the large celtic warrior brandished a practice gladius and struck at a burlap dummy. The massive Briton warrior turned and held his sword out in salute. He was lean and muscular, coverd in blue knot tattoos which ran across his chest and shoulders as well as one that spanned his face across the bridge of his nose. His hair was dirty blonde and long, tied back and braided. My Thanks and Graditude Master, I hope to serve the house of Medullinus well in the games! He called back in perfect latin. Antonia, hand still clasp around Aurelia's hip pulled her close to him. What do you think of my father's newest purchase, pretty aye? If you win us a prize mayhap she'll be bred to you, she claims your heritage as her own, although I think she may have a bit of Rome in her.....What say you? Maelstrom pulled the flat of his sword to his brow to sheild the fading sun's rays, peering up at the young woman. She is indeed a fine woman, she looks strong and feirce like the woman of my homeland Master, our kind doesn't coddle the fairer sex, we raise our woman as we do our men and she carries the look of a warrior. Antonia laughed at the playful slight, his hand caressing the small of Aurelia's back. We may coddle our woman tis true but they don't smell of animal dung and spit on the ground like lewd savages, so what say you? Roman or Celt? Antonia shot back. Her nose may say roman, but her eyes say strong Celt, Master. Maelstrom responded, a smirk rising on his lips, and he winked at Aurelia. So be it, we leave you to your training. Antonia called back down, the smile on his own face showing that he was friendly with the Gladitor but not entirely trusting. You steer clear of the Gladiator housing, that savage would bed you and wreck your value quickly if given his way, Shall we go inside? I would like to show you around the house?