Thread: Aegroto Dum Anima Est, Spes Est. [ Rosewater Mermaid x muscularguy4F ]

RE Aegroto Dum Anima Est, Spes Est. Izzy x Guy The winds blew strong, pushing the sheer fabric of her dress and long curls back, off of her figure and face. She shivered, her already perky breasts seizing up with this cold, her small nipples quite visible through her garb. The men pushed through this strong wind, lifting, carrying, and offloading the loot into the ships. Hearing his laugh, and his following remorseless words, left her in anguish. She held back a yelp when his firm hand came into contact with. She stared to the wooden boat knowing that the moment she set foot on that vessel, her life would change forever. Suddenly, she was picked up by his monstrous arms, and dropped onto her seat at the stern of the ship. It was freezing! Her skin had quickly chilled to the temperature of ice before the self proclaimed Lord of War threw his fur cape onto her. Though she had a great dislike for him, the warmth of the fur was too tempting to pass up. She stood for a brief moment, opening her arms wide, holding the cape behind her. She wrapped herself in it, taking her seat again. The stench of musk and lack of hygienic care of this cloak enveloped her, but the blairing winds let her nose far too cold to smell. She looked out to the storming seas, her eyes just as dark and raging with movement. Many had claimed that they could see the crashing waves in her blue eyes. Now, they filled with tears as she looked back, passed the Wolf-Demon and his oarsmen, back to the burning village. Her salty tears trickled down her face as she cried. She said a million things to herself, trying to make it seem like a new adventure, but her fate was unkind. The boat rocked as it moved steadily through the waters, homebound. The wood groaned as the oars were pushed deep down into the water and the pulled back up, advancing them forward. Waves licked the sides of the boat, spraying chilly ice waters onto their face. Once the village was out of sight, she looked back to Ragnar. Surely he was cold... And so, the lithe woman stood to her feet, cradled in the warmth of his fur. Carefully she walked towards him, her blonde hair blowing wildly in different directions by the wind. The motions of the boat sent her normally graceful stride wayside. Eventually, she reached him, opening her arms quickly, she stepped forward so she sat on his lap. Her arms came back about his neck, still grasping onto the fur. She partially wrapped him in the warmth of the coat, and herself pressing her warm form to his much chiller one. Soon enough they had docked. Castalia was quickly picked up by him, tossed onto his shoulder, and carried off like a barrel full of wine. She watched as they traveled up to his building. He was a smart man, building his village of stone with the intelligence of the Romans. She looked onto the faces of rejoined husband and wife, sometimes with young children, other with older. They really were no different these people.. Yet... she was tossed onto his bed of fur, she realised why she felt so strongly about her hatred towards him. His hand rose, reaching towards the clasps which held her dress together. Please, no, my lord, She began, lightly using her hand to push away. You do not wish to have me tonight, as I am between flows now, The clasps were leaves fabricated of gold. She had many more, but undoubtedly now, they had all been looted. Castalia would put up a good fight in order to protect the one thing that gave any woman of this era value her virginity.