Thread: Fight against Warriors (batman4560 et Kathria)

Meeting of their swords This day had not started like a normal day, nor had the events that fell before it had been normal. Molpadia had been out with a group of her friends, prowling the wild and laughing at each others jokes. They had figured, like any other day, that they were safe, out of reach and away from society. Word had become of their tribe, people did know of their existence, but many never ventured far near the Amazons camp. Those that did were often cut short before they set eyes on the gates...However, Molpadia and her friends had not been near the gates and they had ventured out of their territory unknowingly. Everything had begun with this simple mistake, not watching the lines of where their property ended... They were hunting a pack of bears. Wanting nothing but to kill them and use their bodies, their fur, for substance, clothing and their bones for weapons. Still this small group of amazons was much younger than most of the warriors, and they had ventured to far out of reach of any of their mothers ears for a yell of ambush...still they had continued. Tracking these large beasts to their cave and holding them their at spear and arrow tip. The girls had laughed, pleased that they were doing something to occupy themselves and to better their tribe. Around then, Molpadia had moved closer to the cave, going inside the darkness to find the bears. Her friends had stayed outside, waiting for her to scare them out so they could be killed. She had never thought twice about this, leaving them out there to guard the mouth of the cave..not until that day. Screaming had come from outside of the cave as she ventured halfway in. Molpadia never understood a word that was being shouted, but she could hear her friends were frantic and scuffling away like scared cats. She had ran to the mouth of the cave only to see them running from something she could not see. They had left her behind and Molpadia thought it had been a joke gone wrong...only to find as she watched men jumped out of the bushes to nap one of her sisters. Doris! Molpadia had shrieked, running towards the scene with her spear. She had thought, maybe she could save her sister, get her away from the strange men. Instead hands had grabbed her and pulled the spear from her hand. She had fought, punching the men and trying to escape. Calling her mother's name as she struggled in the man's hold. Her mother...could not hear her and Molpadia understood then that they had ventured too far from any other Amazons ear to save them. It was then the man had hit her with something on the head to knock her out. She had awoken the next day in a cage, alone. There were many other cages, but they were all empty, void of human flesh. Molpadia was in a strange place, and she knew not of what to do. Was she to be killed? Sacrificed? Even the amazon she was..Molpadia was still only just a young woman, and she cried at the thought. How dumb she could be, she wanted her mother like a sobbing little child. Amazons were suppose to be strong and fearless, but Molpadia was frightened and crying. The Dominus had come then, to examine the slave he had bought. At first he was displeased when how she had acted, but when given a sword or spear and told to fight...Molpadia was a vicious warrior and she did not spare a soul even as they sparred. She had been trained this way. An amazon fought...and she fought to the death. Molpadia knew only this and the Dominus had only let her kill several of the other slaves before locking her back up..he wanted her to fight, maybe to die and if not..he wanted to break her in to be trained. Molpadia was not one for breaking, she was not one ready to be trained and she hoped, in her own way, that maybe defeat would follow her in the Colosseum. However...the odds looked in her favor as the Dominus had said. Those had been only the small of events that had brought her head, standing in a pen waiting to fight. She could see with her blue eyes the crowd of people shouting, cheering and wanting their taste of blood. Even some of them fucked while they waited and they listened to the two Dominus speak of their warriors. Molpadia's name had not been used. She had been addressed as only Amazon, and now the Dominus that owned her announced her to the crowd. It was demeaning to not use her name, but Molpadia had been silent and had only watched as things proceeded. The gates were opened in front of her and Molpadia strolled forth into the light by the end of a spear. She moved to the middle of the ring, looking around to meet the eyes of the people that filled the seats. Molpadia, unlike most amazons, was a small thing. Often she had been forced to cook and watch the horses or crops for fear that she might be easily killed. She stood at 5'4, a rarity among Amazons who towered over most men at 5'10 and up. She had been born prematurely and thus it had stunted her growth early, but nonetheless Molpadia was still a young woman to dear. Her hair was pulled back up into a long pony tail atop her head. Black hairs were accompanied by dark red streaks and the tail fell down to her ass. Molpadia eyes brows were thin and slightly high angled, and her nose was quite short but sharp. Still, her face was gentle looking with her oval face, small ears and full lips. If anything, Molpadia could have passed herself off as a noble woman if she tried. Molpadia still had things that made her stand out however. Brandings, tattoos adorned her body to mark whose daughter she was and from which Amazon tribe. There was a dot, with a circle of dots surrounding it that rested between her brows and almost blended into her lightly tan skin. A scar was on her right as well as her left hand was riddled with them. Markings ran down Molpadia's neck along her spine and hide behind the cloth armor she had chose to wear. The cloth armor was tight and clung to her c cup chest, her small waist and hips. Her muscles were toned, but without her flexing she looked weak like any common woman might have. After all, despite Molpadia's sharp nose and eyebrows, she was still just a young woman of 17 and it was evident on the way she stood and looked. Still, she was here, and she was ready to fight for her life if she needed to. Molpadia waited as the Dominus spoke, introducing her further to the crowd with how they had accomplished to receive her into their wing of gladiators and she waited...as he sat to let the other Dominus stand to speak.