3 Months Later
In Thaddeus's village, a drunken yet cheerful place, Ares walked with no real goal on his mind. The battle had been won, of course, without trouble. Ares knew his men, (and now, apparently, women) could pull through. He had relaxed a bit since the battle at Corinth, and went off to see to a battle far off. Now he was home and decided to visit an old friend, Thaddeus. He wondered how he'd gotten along since that battle. He enjoyed seeing his men celebrate, and knew that this particular bunch deserved it greatly. He gloried in overhearing them flatter his name.
"HA! I should be the leader of you drunken bums!" He heard a woman's voice call. She was tal and stocky, built like a soldier, with blonde hair falling shaggily into her face. It was the girl from the battle, what was her name? Oh yes, Daeonara. She looked diferent now, deffinitely cleaner, and happier, even though he hadn't failed to notice that she smiled during battle. She had on black baggy pants, perhaps made of leathe. She also had on a white undershirt like the men wore, and a black fur vest. Perhaps rabbit fur. She looked in the shape that said she'd been in battle for years, even if she was so young.
"Even 3 months ago I showed you all up!" That statement was with groans, laughs, and food throwing. She laughed though, she knew her friends in battle saw her as an equal. She took a swig of her beer mug and continued. "Artemis, you know how I pulled you to safety after you were shot in the leg!"
Someone in the back opened their mouth. "He only let you haul hime so he could see down your shirt!" Laughter arose slightly. She stood on her chair to see who ran their mouth at her.
Artemis added with a laugh, "Ah yeah, you know it, and nice bra by the way, was it also black leather?!" The room was screaming with laughter by then. Little did they realize that Ares was indeed in the roo with them.
"Ares would be proud of me! I am the only truly faithful servant here!" She was still laughing. She loved her fellow soldiers, even if they were old drunken perverts. But that comment had erupted more food throwing. But it was not all in fun. Some of the less enjoyable soldiers still didn't like being upshowed by a woman. Soon, the alcohol gone to their minds, a real bar brawl had eruptes. She swung her chair into some guys face, and knocked her mug into a guy's nose, breaking it with w hearty SNAP sound. She felt a tap on her back, and quicky spun, fist flying, expecting to find a current foe behind her. But punch as she could, her fist was easily caught in the massive, strong hand of . . . Ares?!
"You would be Daeonara, wouldn't you?" he asked plainly.
"Um, well, uh. . ." she couldn't help but stutter. The great god Ares, right in fron of her?! She wanted to remember this. Just as they were bumped into, she grasped her hand around a silver wrapped stone pendant aorund his neck, and it snapped into her hand. He hadn't noticed, for he stumbled as she had. "Yeah," she finally answered, "that would be me." He gave a smirk (**you know the one, that smirk that completely melts your heart!!**) and in a flash of red and black light, he was gone. The brawl raged on.
In Thaddeus's village, a drunken yet cheerful place, Ares walked with no real goal on his mind. The battle had been won, of course, without trouble. Ares knew his men, (and now, apparently, women) could pull through. He had relaxed a bit since the battle at Corinth, and went off to see to a battle far off. Now he was home and decided to visit an old friend, Thaddeus. He wondered how he'd gotten along since that battle. He enjoyed seeing his men celebrate, and knew that this particular bunch deserved it greatly. He gloried in overhearing them flatter his name.
"HA! I should be the leader of you drunken bums!" He heard a woman's voice call. She was tal and stocky, built like a soldier, with blonde hair falling shaggily into her face. It was the girl from the battle, what was her name? Oh yes, Daeonara. She looked diferent now, deffinitely cleaner, and happier, even though he hadn't failed to notice that she smiled during battle. She had on black baggy pants, perhaps made of leathe. She also had on a white undershirt like the men wore, and a black fur vest. Perhaps rabbit fur. She looked in the shape that said she'd been in battle for years, even if she was so young.
"Even 3 months ago I showed you all up!" That statement was with groans, laughs, and food throwing. She laughed though, she knew her friends in battle saw her as an equal. She took a swig of her beer mug and continued. "Artemis, you know how I pulled you to safety after you were shot in the leg!"
Someone in the back opened their mouth. "He only let you haul hime so he could see down your shirt!" Laughter arose slightly. She stood on her chair to see who ran their mouth at her.
Artemis added with a laugh, "Ah yeah, you know it, and nice bra by the way, was it also black leather?!" The room was screaming with laughter by then. Little did they realize that Ares was indeed in the roo with them.
"Ares would be proud of me! I am the only truly faithful servant here!" She was still laughing. She loved her fellow soldiers, even if they were old drunken perverts. But that comment had erupted more food throwing. But it was not all in fun. Some of the less enjoyable soldiers still didn't like being upshowed by a woman. Soon, the alcohol gone to their minds, a real bar brawl had eruptes. She swung her chair into some guys face, and knocked her mug into a guy's nose, breaking it with w hearty SNAP sound. She felt a tap on her back, and quicky spun, fist flying, expecting to find a current foe behind her. But punch as she could, her fist was easily caught in the massive, strong hand of . . . Ares?!
"You would be Daeonara, wouldn't you?" he asked plainly.
"Um, well, uh. . ." she couldn't help but stutter. The great god Ares, right in fron of her?! She wanted to remember this. Just as they were bumped into, she grasped her hand around a silver wrapped stone pendant aorund his neck, and it snapped into her hand. He hadn't noticed, for he stumbled as she had. "Yeah," she finally answered, "that would be me." He gave a smirk (**you know the one, that smirk that completely melts your heart!!**) and in a flash of red and black light, he was gone. The brawl raged on.