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Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

A good Christian would die rather than be in the hands of the heathens, a man of God would embrace the light of heaven than the depths of the hell of slavery. But Cerdic had never been a good Christian and the robe of a monk fit him poorly. He also did not have the courage to die, as he should long ago. With a pained grunt, he grabbed the hand offered. He was still unsure of who the person was, fair faced as a woman but with a masculine voice, smooth as a river stone. Cerdic pulled himself up, gasping for breath as he felt the pressure in his chest increase. He had no weapon, nor strength to wield it, he had only God now. His eyes flickered over the man who spoke his tongue and he nodded. While there was life, there was hope and he had long clung to that thought. Cerdic grit his teeth as he moved, finally speaking in a hushed tone, Do you claim me as a prisoner then? As your own? His eyes moved nervously at the other man, the dark haired Viking who stared at him. Cerdic had killed two of their own and the one he wounded might be crippled if he lived. It was perhaps preferable to die among the bees than face the torture of a vengeful Viking. If this...man...claimed Cerdic, he would at least belong to one and perhaps if the man had enough standing it would keep him safe. Though he doubted the strength of the pretty faced young man and that worried him if he should live through his wound.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Vigi smiled as he helped the man to his feet. Aye, you are now mine. He answered him. Look Bui, would he not make a fine Thrall? Vigi as the other Northmen in their native tongue. You're out of your bloody mind, but I don't care lets go before your brother leaves us behind. Bui grumbled, waving his hand angrily for them to hurry. Vigi merely nodded and pulled on of the priests arm over his shoulders to help him walk. With a pleased quirk of his lips at his wonderful they started for the shore. Vigi hurriedly pushed the priest up the plank to the long ship. When his feet touched the wood he instantly saw his brother, his face like an angry storm. More alarming though, he saw him covered in blood. Not unusual but it could be hiding a serious wound. He gasped and abandoned his new slave to run over to his brother. Are you alright ? Vigi reached up to touch the wound and Sven slapped his hands away. I'm fine, this isn't my blood but we were attacked and lost two men by the hand of that son of a whore! He snarled, pointing to the priest with fire in his eyes. Throw that trash overboard! He roared. Two men rushed forward and grabbed hold of the priest. You will not! Vigi shouted, stopping the men. His brother may lead this ship but very few went against a person of seidr. I am taking him as a slave Sven. Sven looked down at him with a frown. While the idea of that bastard a slave amuses me, I do not think that you will be able to control him. There is a man in need of your care below deck anyway. That filth will die by then, best dump him now. Vigi glared up at his brother, a tick forming in his jaw. You are implying I am weak? He asked through gritted teeth. We may argue this later, I need to tend to the wounded. He turned back to the men gripping the priest and waiting for an order. Take him below deck, where I sleep. Next he spoke to the priest. Do not die while I deal with my thick headed brother here. Sven scowled and punched his shoulder. If he does not kill you, I will.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Cerdic looked up sharply as the tall Viking came into view, a surge of fear and anger rushing through him. He could not understand their words but he knew the man with the sword must have been the raid leader as he had the best weapons and armor. Men rushed toward him and he raised his good arm, ready to try in vain to fend them off but the young man who had brought him raised his voice in protest. The word thrall was familiar to him, it meant slave, something the people of his land no longer practiced. Christians did not take other Christians as slaves, it was a savage and degrading practice. And it was now his fate. Holding his wounded arm, he staggered into the cabin where the fair man made his bed. The dark haired Viking practically shoved him onto the pallet. He grunted and fell to his knees, too weak to keep his balance. Cerdic could feel the sticky blood drying on his skin and the robes clung to it as it coagulated. The big monk collapsed, rolling onto his back, coughing and gasping for breath. He stared up at the low ceiling of the small quarters, Here he would die, he thought in the pained haze, at least he would rob them of another slave if nothing else. His hand reached up and touched the silver cross under his robes, stroking it as he mumbled a prayer under his breath, waiting for the young man that he had thought was a woman. Cerdic was unsure what was more disturbing, a woman raider or a man so beautiful that he would be mistaken for one. This was no smooth cheeked boy but a grown man who had no right to appear so fair to the eye.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Vigi frowned as he finished treating the axe wound that the Christian priest had caused. It does not look good. He spoke to the injured man, running his hand gently over the white gauze that was already starting to stain red from the sewed up wound. The hit went very deep into your shoulder, the joint is damaged. The man growled and glared over at the cabin where the now enslaved man was placed. Bastard. What Christian priest fights? They do not even believe in drawing blood. A man working close by added. Vigi shook his head and patted his arm. Killing him will not heal your arm. Beside, wouldn't being my slave seem a more fitting form of revenge? He asked him with a grin. The warrior huffed in amusement and some of the rage faded. I will make you a charm for your arm to help it heal. You fought well today. He patted his uninjured arm then stood to make his way over to the small cabin, ducking inside and looking down at the man bleeding out on his bed. You've managed to raise many a temper. He said to the priest in his own language, walking over to sit down on the edge of the pallet. He noticed some blood had gotten onto one of the pelts lining it and made a sound in his throat, but didn't comment. He took off his satchel and set it so the side to go through more easily. You fought well though, He stopped getting things ready to dress the wound and looked down at the man curiously. Why is a skilled warrior allowing himself to waste away as a priest of a god who does not wish to even draw blood?
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Cerdic could hear them jabbering in the rough tongue of the North of which he knew very little. The words Christian and thrall came up again and he assumed they spoke of him. He lay still when the pale haired man entered the cabin, his head spinning from loss of blood as well as the dip and swell of the ship as it bobbed. Above them he heard a few curt shouts and the sound of oars being lowered into the water. So it was, the guards had come too late and he was to be taken. Coughing and wheezing to take a deeper breath, he looked up when his captor spoke in English. With a huff, Cerdic closed his eyes, swallowing thickly, I'm not a warrior anymore nor a monk, so it does not matter. His eyes flickered open, gazing intently at the pale green eyes in the man's beautiful face, hating him for taking him prisoner and himself even more for not being able to die like he should, And you? Did God forget to put a cunt between your legs? Or the voice of a man in the throat of a maid?
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Vigi looked over at the man sharply, surprise at the insult quickly turning to anger. He reached out and dug his fingers sharply into the blood stained gauze that covered the man's wound. Continue to speak such disrespect of me and I will keep you alive until you are are more than half alive just so I can throw you over the side of this ship. Then you can have a slow death being devoured by the monsters that lurk below the waves. He growled, leaning over to glare right into his flint colored eyes, putting more pressure into the wound. My name is Vigi the Seidrmadr, but you will call me Master. He sneered and removed his fingers from the wound. A Seidrmadr is a man that performs powerful magic. I speak to the gods, not your weakling god that does not even draw blood and looks down upon his followers, but powerful entities that are mighty warriors and our comrades. He sat up straight and, a scowl still marring his fair features. I have the power to save you or kill you now, not your god. Me. He was sorely tempted to pack up his supplies and let the man die a slow death but that would be too easy for the priest after such a grievous insult. You chose me back in the garden. You could have laid there and died to join your god, but you chose to live and you chose me to save you. Do not go spitting in the face of my generosity. I do not like it.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Hissing between gritted teeth, Cerdic glared up at the man as he dug into the chest wound. He could not lift his right arm to fend him off as the torn bicep was cut down to the bone and the muscle did not want to work properly. He clenched his jaw to keep from crying out in pain as the slim, hard fingers dug into the bloody gash. Cerdic snorted a laugh and winced, Magic? A bunch of heathen nonsense but you say youre a healer, can you do more than try to plug my wounds with your fingers? Cerdic raised his chin slightly, as if in challenge. The monks at the Abbey knew about herbs and healing, he had learned a little but nothing that would serve to save his own life. If he wanted to live, which he did, damn his craven heart he did want to live. He sighed in resignation, Yes...master. I need your help. He coughed again, the pressure in his chest increasing and he wheezed, blood oozing out of the corner of his mouth. My chest hurts, its getting harder to breathe. Cerdic gasped after, the sentence taking the wind out of him. He worried the sword had penetrated his lung and it was slowly filling with blood. An ironic smile crossed his face, there would be no need for his new master to throw him in the sea to drown, he might just do it right here in the boat.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Vigi was startled by the voice and looked over to see the priest awake. I have, he could be more grateful for it. He said, standing up from the bed. I can give you something for the pain now, I could not dull it for you before because I've found alcohol and some herbs cause the body to bleed out faster. He looked down at the cross laying on the man's chest. Curious he stepped forward to get a closer look. He hadn't noticed it before as he was more focused on saving the stubborn man's life. Seeing it now he was amazed by it's beauty and craftsman ship. My, my. He muttered, reaching out to touch the crystal in the center. This is beautiful. He murmured, running his finger over the inscriptions and designs. He was tempted to take it for himself, it would bring him a lot of money, but a look at the priests face had him pull his hand away. He loathed to admit it, but Sven had been right. The man would be difficult to control, especially for someone such as himself. He did not believe in his powers and he would not remain this weak for long. Vigi stood up straight and frowned down at the man. That charm is precious to you, is it not? If you wish to keep it then you must hide it. Any of the other's see it and they will take it for themselves. He turned to look around the cabin and motioned to one of his chests. You may hide it within my belongings, no one would dare look through it. But wearing it, you ask for it to be ripped off your neck. He raised his eyebrows. Do not worry, I will not steal it from you. The charm of a lesser god is useless to me and my trade no matter how pretty it looks. He reached under his tunic and pulled out a necklace decorated with dark beads and bone cared to look like claws, inscribed with powerful ruins. Charms such as these is where true power come from. He let it fall against his chest then turned away to start removing the beads braided into his hair so he could wash up.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Vigi huffed listening to the man insult him, taking the comments in stride now that they were not aimed at his appearance. I have spoken to my gods, I have received answers to my questions from them. He pulled free the last small braid and shook out his hair before running his fingers through it. Have you from yours? He asked turning to look down at the priest. He picked up a small jar from the floor and pulled out two dry leaves. Chew these. He instructed, holding them out for the man to take. I warn you now, they taste awful. He huffed, replacing the jar on the floor. I do not understand why you worship a being that looks down his nose at you for being human. He said, looking down at the cross and reaching out to take it. He gently lifted the silver chain from around the man's neck and carried it over to his trunk. He rummaged around in it until he pulled out a clay pot. It will be in this pot. Though I would not bring it out until we are back at my home. He set the necklace inside the pot then placed it in the chest, hiding it under piles of clothing. People tend to barge in here. He shut it tight and stood up, taking off his pelt, then his cloak and finally his tunic. My power does not come just from the gods. We, heathen savages believe that every person can perform magic. Some are more gifted in it than others. For instance every woman, a wife and mother, performs small magic day to day. Such as when she makes clothes for her husband and children. She weaves magic into it with each thread that her family will be healthy, safe and warm. Vigi hoped this would put the idea in this man's thick skull that not all of what they did was dark. Yet your people would condemn her for this. He shook his head and walked over to the basin of cold sea water on the floor. Do you know what it is I mainly do as a man of magic? I heal the sick and injured, I look to the future to see if a farmer's harvest will be plentiful this year or if he will need to make other plans to feed his family for the winter. I've even helped find children that had been lost in the woods. As he spoke he cupped his hand into the water and leaned forward to pour it on his head. He did this a few times until it was good and wet, making sure to rinse out the ends of blood. He brushed some of it behind his ear before looking over at the priest. How horrifying pagan magic is. He said with a small grin, tilting his head slightly. What is your name? Or shall I continue to call you priest? See more
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Cerdic listened, there was little else to do and he did have an active and clever mind. Curious about the heathen priest who was now his master he watched Vigi undress to clean himself. While the mans face might have been fair as a maid, his body was that of a slender male of wiry strength. He held his tongue as Vigi spoke of the everyday magic and it dawned on him that they were not so different, though he served the one true God. He chuckled, reaching up with his good hand to scratched at his head, giving Vigi a bemused smile,Yes, quite terrifying. See more Cerdic gave him a look as if he had made a decision and girded himself, taking a deep breath, You know that sounds very familiar. Do you know what monks do? We write, we copy down the Bible, the word of God Himself and other works of literature. We raise sheep and shear the wool and make cheese from the milk cows, we grow gardens and raise bees for food and mead. This we feed ourselves and trade for what we need and welcome travellers and feed those who would otherwise starve. We tend the sick and take in orphans and our sisters, the nuns, aid women in their birthing beds and the elderly who do not have family. Monks and priests are men of God, we comfort those in troubled times...those with no where else to turn. Cerdic paused at that, catching his breath and took a few moments of breathing to continue, Men of God are men of peace, they do not shed blood and do not go to war. And yet your kind come and destroy all that good, steal and murder innocents because...because of greed and envy. Remind me one day to teach you of the seven deadly sins. The speech wore him out and he closed his eyes for a moment, then looked at Vigi, What you do for your people is commendable, but do not talk of it being harmless, for it is not. I will not claim that Christians are all good and practice what the Lord preached, for many are not. Men are fallible, I know this quite well. Cerdic shrugged and instantly regretted it, hissing in pain. He rolled his eyes back and grit his teeth. Slowly he spoke again, his grumbling tone returned with the renewed agony,My name is Cerdic, son of Osric, Lord of Wessex, if he still claims me. Or Brother Cerdic, if you wish, as that was what I was last known by.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Vigi was intrigued to hear what it was Christian monks actually did for their people. It was interesting and very different from what he had heard rumbled by men that were well traveled. It was...disconcerting to realize what exactly had been raided and burnt to the ground. He shook his head and muttered, It is weak to take such a path. It is a cowards path. He turned back to his washing, picking up a bar of lye soap when he heard a hiss of pain. He opened his mouth to tell him not to move when the Christian revealed his true identity. The son of a Lord? he repeated, dropping the soap and turning to better face Cerdic. He was the son of a wealthy lord, that would mean that they could get a fairly handsome ransom for the safe return of his son. However... If he still claims you? He repeated with a frown, getting up and tapping the hand Cerdic held the leaves in. Eat these for the pain you stubborn man. He crossed his arms over his chest. So...does that have something to do with why a skilled warrior was wasting the prime of his life in a dusty church?
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Third son actually, so dont get too excited, Cerdic said, taking the leaves finally and looking at them. A civilized person would have made it into a tea to drink but he could not be choosey, Vigi was after all an ignorant heathen and there was likely little water to spare for a slaves pain. He put the leaves into his mouth, chewing them and making a face at the bitter taste and dry texture. Mixing with his saliva, the numbness began to spread and he found it harder to talk. He was not happy I became a monk, he could not understand, Cerdic said and paused, And I would not tell him. He gave him a churlish look, As I wont tell you either. It makes no matter though I wonder why one who serves his own gods would think it a waste. Cerdics flint blue eyes studied him for a moment, the slender reed of a man, his womanly beauty. It was unusual and it made him uncomfortable, he wanted to look away as Vigi washed himself but he found it difficult. Swallowing some of the leaf juice, he asked in feigned disinterest, Do you have a wife?
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

Even if you serve a different god, we admire strength and skill in warriors no matter where it comes from. Vigi answered, turning back to his washing while his mind turned over the information. So Cerdic's Lord father did not cast out his son? Perhaps that meant he would still pay a very good price to have his son returned to him even though he left for mysterious reasons. He wondered what those reason's were. He could not imagine a man, a warrior of any kind laying down his sword and vowing never to pick it up again. Hmm? Surprised by the question Vigi glanced over at him. That is sudden. No, I do not have a wife. I've never wed and no, I have no children either...Unless the few women I've been with had my bastards and I don't know of them. He muttered thoughtfully to himself while dipping the soap into the water and rubbing it to create suds. Making a face he shook his head. No, I would know if they existed. He started to wash his arms. I've only farm animals back home. He paused his scrubbing to look at the priest again. What of you? A wife or children? I can not imagine a man like you not having been married.
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Cerdic cleared his throat again, feeling the medicine start to work as the pain faded from his chest and ribs into a dull persistent ache. He had not laid his sword aside willingly, it had not been much of a choice. He opened his eyes and looked at Vigi, It was a decision I made, for the greater good. He said it simply but his voice was tight with pain, but not the physical kind. In his minds eye he could see his oldest brother, his smile as he took his sword and promised he would take care of everything. Aelle, so clever and weasel slick, he should have known better. Cerdic glanced at Vigi, I would have prefered to keep my place but it was the right choice to make. He listened, not surprised that Vigi was not married. Their own monks and priests were not forbidden to marry and father children, though many monks did not since they lived in monasteries. His own situation was more complicated and he did not want to dwell on the well of emotions it would bring up. I had no wife, he said simply, then turned his face away, closing his eyes.
Thread: Drowning in Sin (heartlesskitten x Kuro)

The man just created more and more of a mystery about himself. Vigi was curious but he would not pry just yet. He looked over hearing Cerdic trail off and saw the man had fallen asleep. He was surprised he had woken at all after he had to drain his lung. Turning back to washing himself he remained silent to let the man rest. When he finished cleaning he dressed himself and went outside to help where it would be needed. Vigi entered into his cabin when the moon was well into the sky, the ocean black as night around them. The day had been a tiring one, mostly due to Sven being in a horrible mood since their argument. Every time they caught each other eyes, they could glare at one another until something drew their attention away. When they spoke to each other it was in clipped voices. It was probably obvious to the men that there was tension between the twin brothers, it wasn't the first time over the course of this journey. They wisely learned to stay out of their paths of rage by doing what was ordered and not attempting to jest with them when they were in such foul spirits. They had both inherited their father's temper. He fought off a yawn as he took off his cloak, soaked from the swelling waves that crashed over the boat. He laid it over his trunk to dry and looked down at the large figure he could barely make out in the darkness of his cabin. He briefly considered kicking Cerdic off of his bed, mostly to anger the man and see his reaction. Rolling his eyes at himself he shook his head and climbed onto the pelts and blankets that lined the hard surface. He buried himself underneath the soft, warm furs and shut his eyes to sleep. He found it came easier than he thought it would with another person sleeping next to him.