SirWilfred
Rootin’ Tootin’ Buckaroo
•Historical
•Ancient Rome
•M (me) x F
•Literate - Novella
•18+
•Discord only
Muse A was terrified. She had no idea what to do, and her world seemed as though it had been turned upside down and altered beyond repair. She was a slave, one of millions in the Roman Empire. Her life mattered to no one except to her owner, and he cared only if she lived or died based on how it might inconvenience him. There was only one person in the world whom she cared for, and that was her brother. They were close in age and had managed to stay together despite their rough life, but he had always been too proud and too brave for a slave boy. He was always getting into trouble that Muse A had to get him out of- until this time.
This time he had gone too far for her to simply apologize for him and smooth things over. He had struck a Roman soldier who had been assaulting Muse A, and for this crime their master had sold him to the arena to be killed in some gladiator duel or fight against wild, hungry lions for the amusement of the onlooking crowd.
Muse A was frantic, what could she do? How could she save her brother from such a terrible fate? She had fled from their masters house and ran down the streets, steered by nothing but mad frenzy. Then, a sight came into her view that gave her an idea. There was a bridge of soldiers returning from the front, where they had been fighting the barbarians for the glory of Rome. At the front of the line, proudly sitting straddled on a magnificent horse was Muse B, a highly decorated, honored Centurion.
Deciding to give this one effort all she had, she pushed through the cheering crowd and slipped past the guards. Suddenly, Muse B found the hands of a woman gripping his leg from where he sat on the horse. Looking down into her face he saw desperation and fear. “Please,” Muse B begged, “help me.”
(We’ll continue there if anyone’s interested!)
•Ancient Rome
•M (me) x F
•Literate - Novella
•18+
•Discord only
Muse A was terrified. She had no idea what to do, and her world seemed as though it had been turned upside down and altered beyond repair. She was a slave, one of millions in the Roman Empire. Her life mattered to no one except to her owner, and he cared only if she lived or died based on how it might inconvenience him. There was only one person in the world whom she cared for, and that was her brother. They were close in age and had managed to stay together despite their rough life, but he had always been too proud and too brave for a slave boy. He was always getting into trouble that Muse A had to get him out of- until this time.
This time he had gone too far for her to simply apologize for him and smooth things over. He had struck a Roman soldier who had been assaulting Muse A, and for this crime their master had sold him to the arena to be killed in some gladiator duel or fight against wild, hungry lions for the amusement of the onlooking crowd.
Muse A was frantic, what could she do? How could she save her brother from such a terrible fate? She had fled from their masters house and ran down the streets, steered by nothing but mad frenzy. Then, a sight came into her view that gave her an idea. There was a bridge of soldiers returning from the front, where they had been fighting the barbarians for the glory of Rome. At the front of the line, proudly sitting straddled on a magnificent horse was Muse B, a highly decorated, honored Centurion.
Deciding to give this one effort all she had, she pushed through the cheering crowd and slipped past the guards. Suddenly, Muse B found the hands of a woman gripping his leg from where he sat on the horse. Looking down into her face he saw desperation and fear. “Please,” Muse B begged, “help me.”
(We’ll continue there if anyone’s interested!)
