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Raven's Roaming: Greco Rae	By : DecieverGod Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 19345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The blonde Spartan strolled briskly down the hall ahead of her son’s servant. Her mind was clearly on other things, the party, the guests, who would be attending and how every little thing needed to be perfect. What was to be served, to whom it would be served, how much of what should be present, and so much more.

Raven’s mind also wandered, where was she to sit, how and what was she going to eat, and always keeping an eye on the Spartan woman, just so she could follow and not get lost on the way. She doubted she could really, the building may have been large by the standard of the times but it was no Titans Tower. The grey teen put a hand to her head and sighed in irritation, all of this was a bigger head ache than she had planned for. She would do her best, and be a good little ‘nymph’ like she had promised, but she didn’t plan on staying long afterwards.

Kea continued down the hall, turning only once, and the moment she did her destination was revealed. The great hall was really just the entrance hall, but it was already being decorated, a small army of servants churned silently back and forth from the smaller halls feeding the main chamber. A large series of tables were already decorated with vast amounts of actually rather compelling food. A large roasted boar sat between two braised peacocks, each rimmed with some manner of stewed vegetables.

Kitos was already standing beside one of the forward most tables, chewing on what appeared to be some manner of olive or date. There was no longer a rise in his robes, but his short hair still dripped with bathwater and his collar was soaked clear through.

Raven looked around the inviting scene and smiled slightly; despite being irked by the whole situation she did see this as an opportunity to taste some food authentic to the era. She pondered lightly over eating before the party so she could concentrate on being ‘beautiful’ during the festivities. The grey teen turned her head about as she continued to walk forward into the hall, now further from Kea and more on her own she inspected the around her, and for some inexplicable reason felt she should look just a little suspicious, but to keep playing her role. She turned on her heel facing away from the great hall, and stared down the hall behind her, maybe so someone would think she was going to run.

Although through all the commotion it would’ve been a wonder if anyone had even noticed her. Plates were being brought in, tables were being moved about, decorated moved and re-decorated, all moving to the commands of Kea. “Set that down beside the banquet table.” She waved a couple of, admittedly able bodied slaves, currently carrying what in the modern terms would’ve been called a physiatrist’s chair. “Arella.” The matron snapped her fingers and half turned to look back at the pale girl.

Kitos looked up only when he heard ‘Raven’s’ name, apparently noticing that his mother and nymph had returned for the first time. He watched the two with muted interest, still munching on hors d'oeuvres, his father beside him, also eating the snacks, though significantly less interested in the events of the evening.

Raven tensed, just a little, her shoulders jerking upward for a moment as she winced. She definitely did not want to know how Kitos’ mother punished her servants. The violet haired girl spun around and laughed weakly, trotting toward the blonde girl. “Oh I thought I saw the loveliest moth… but it must have been my imagination.” She bowed as she neared the stern mother.

“Mh.” Kea clearly didn’t care what she had been doing. “Lay down here; I want to see how well you go with the dining table.”

She twitched, full on frame shaking as her smile was frozen in place and her eyes burned bloody murder. This woman talked about her like she was a basket of fruit for display, and for all that she was currently worth to the Spartans that was probably a decent metaphor, but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. “Yes, My Lady, of course.” She approached the mother, gestured and looked back to her quizzically. “Here, ma’am?”

“Yes right there on that bastion will be fine.” She put a hand against her chin and examined the grey girl, just measuring how she melded with the scenery. “Yes, I think that shall do nicely.”

Raven sat on the seat offered to her, shifting her legs so she lay out across the chair. Both her hands holding her up as she looked around in a semi bored, semi irate manner.

“Hmm. Prefect.” Kea smiled and nodded lightly. “Just stay there and look pretty won’t you dear?” She patted the young girl on the shoulder lightly, before hurrying off to slap her husband’s hand and keep him from tearing a sliver of meat off one of the roasted pigs. They argued lightly for a moment, she won, and Kitos continued to pop the odd vegetable garnish into his mouth.

The Teen Titan sighed and flopped down onto the bastion, laying on her back with her eyes closed as she tried will her growing dislike for her ‘master’s’ mother away. Nothing was working out the way she wanted, and the only thing that soothed her was planning her escape, and even that was hampered by the hitch in her chest and the rumble in her stomach.

Things were set in order as Kea continued to order the servants about. She seemed to change things right up until the first guest arrived. Kitos didn’t seem to care much, even as the guests to his event began to arrive, all it really meant to him was that he was finally allowed to cut off pieces of the roast pigs.

Raven spent most of her time laying on the bastion, her eyes closed and her breath soft. She was plotting her escape, but also resting. Kitos’ adoration was more exhausting than most battles she’d been in. Eventually she fell into a light sleep, not really asleep or awake but drifting between the two states. She didn’t want to leave herself too exposed or too vulnerable, for all she knew Kitos might attempt to mount her there in the great hall if she weren’t too careful. Though it did dawn on her that his mother wouldn’t likely approve of that.

The festivities stared up fairly quickly, perhaps due in part to the sole beverage being served being wine. People showed up in short order, first more, elderly men, accompanied by their wives, then the young men, closer to Kitos’ age. Soon the entire great hall was populated by chatting, noisy conversations drifting through the air. The wives were gossiping among themselves, mostly about the implications of inviting a nymph into your home. The men were sneaking glances at the young grey skin of the girl on display, mostly when their wives weren’t looking, and discussing politics or current events or the decorations on the surface.

The boys, Kitos included, were taking turns hitting one another repeatedly in the stomach while holding an olive between their teeth. No one really asked why, but they had yet to drop a single olive.

The ruckus soon stirred Raven from her half sleep, the lithe girl sat up stretching her arms out over her head as she yawned, covering her mouth with the back of one hand. She looked around the great hall with half lidded eyes, confused for a moment before smiling and sitting onto her knees. There were so many different sorts of people attending the party, grey haired men, their frequently younger wives, and the ruffian Spartan youths.

The men took the opportunity to admire the young girl’s form, while their wives took the opportunity to whisper to one another. The boys didn’t particularly seem to notice since they were rather busy beating each other to the point of internal bleeding. One of the more senior men however, his hair starting to recede and his cheek bones significantly pronounced, did choose this time to casually stroll over to the table sitting beside the young girl.

Raven looked through the crowd, searching for Kitos, and upon seeing him take a blow to the gut she gave a small snort, but did her best to hide the smile threatening to taint her face. She reached up and began adjusting the curled strands of hair that were tickling the back of her neck, she didn’t really mind being on display as long as no one bothered her, and no one had tried to yet, much to her enjoyment.

Of course that couldn’t last forever, and now that she was awake, people expected conversation of her. “My but aren’t you beautiful.” The elder man, forty or fifty, smiled to himself and admired Raven close up, raising a class of red wine to his lips. The sip stained them just so and he chose to, slowly, lick it off while his eyes roamed the grey girl’s form.

She perked slightly as she was spoken to, and softly smiled at the man, forcing a flush to her face as she decided to work for the more coy approach. Better to be shy and rarely speak, than act how she was and be forced into lengthy conversation. The more she spoke, the more chance she had to say something catastrophically bad. So the small female simply tilted her head at the older man, and put on her best smile.

He smiled back, albeit his carried a significantly different, flavor to it. It was clear what he was imagining with the young girl, she was a ‘nymph’ after all. He took another sip of wine and popped a light olive into his mouth, still eyeing her with those, hunger eyes.

Raven averted her gaze, trying desperately to find something else to focus her attention on. She didn’t want to see overtly uncomfortable with the way the man was looking at her, but she still shivered an placed a hand against the back of her neck, gently massaging the flesh there as she actually considered getting up and walking around just to get away from the man. She really should’ve seen this sort of thing coming.

Then there was a loud thunk, and slight splitting sound from behind her head. The other Spartan’s gaze was finally taken away from her. Kitos’ father stood there, just beside a roasted pig, his sword planted firmly between the poor creature’s eyes. He nodded his once to the other man, clearly a few years even his senior, and peeled off a piece of the pigs flesh before tossing it into his mouth and chewing noisily. “Commander.”

The teen girl tensed and turned her head to look up at the man of the house. Her shoulder pressed up slightly as she still dug her fingers into the tender flesh of her own neck. She felt a slight wave of relief wash over her as she was no longer ‘alone’ with the admittedly creepy older Spartan.

The gray haired man wore a hesitant smirk, before raising his glass to his host. “Toston, I was just giving my regards to your son’s wonderful prize. It isn’t often we have our soldiers return with creatures as… rare, as this one.” His eyes began to drift over the young girl once more.

Toston, Kitos’ father, smirked almost too warmly. “My son is quiet talented.” And with a disturbing amount of skill he manipulated his thumb to pluck the eye of the roasted pig from its socket.” Would you care for an eye Commander?” He offered the pig’s eye to the elder, before tossing it back into his mouth. There was a slight crunch, followed by a decided pop. “They’re quiet juicy.”

“N-no.” It was unlikely the act itself that caused the man to stutter, he was a veteran himself but the way Toston was watching him while he chewed on that eye. It was a talent most men, even Spartans, hat to be born with. “I should be getting back to my wife… she worries.”

The younger Spartan nodded, taking another strip of meat from the pig and popping it into his mouth alongside what remained of the pig’s eye. “If you insist Commander.”

Raven let the two men talk without moving. She simply sat listening to the two of them and looking down at the hand in her lap. She was definitely not cut out for this sort of lifestyle, she needed to have the freedom to slouch or say whatever she liked, and this was a very… stressful situation. The grey girl finally moved to look across the table at Kitos’ father, almost wincing as he chewed on the pig’s eye.

The Spartan father looked back at her and, only for a moment, smirked. “He may be a Commander, but that doesn’t mean he can have pick of my son’s winnings.” He tore another piece off the pig and with it in his hand walked off.

She blinked slowly, watching the man walk off, and tilted her head slightly before smiling to herself. She had figured he was chasing off the old man, but that was kind of a sweet gesture; if she ignored the fact that he had probably done it solely for Kitos. The lithe teen adjusted her hair and slowly stood up, sliding off the bastion; she was hungry and figured she could manage not to pig out if she ate slowly.

The Spartan father returned to his wife, pausing lightly to kiss her on the cheek and throw and arm over her shoulder while she chattered with the other wives. From his expression their conversation was a much akin to ravenous sharks as they came, and in truth it was, though on the surface the waters were calm, light compliments about Kitos’ fine achievement in finding a nymph and capturing her were placed hand in hand with remarks about how he would be fortunate to find someone to marry him with his face scared as it was.

Raven straightened her back for a moment, stretching out a subtly as possible before she slowly began walking toward the wide array of food spread out across numerous tables. She made sure to try and avoid people as best she could, having a deep feeling that the types of things these women would want to speak of with her would be either entirely over her head with twisted witchy innuendos, or simply something she couldn’t properly understand. And at the moment, she found herself wishing her orange friend were there, if only so she didn’t have to feel quite so alone and on display.

Though she did have a different kind of company. Kitos threw his arm over her shoulders and generously groped her brest in the process. “Ahaah…” He was a little drunk. “This ‘ere’s my privess!” Or maybe more than a little drunk.

The lithe girl sighed and casually removed his hand from her chest. “Master… your breath smells bad.” She whispered slightly, placing a hand against his chest to steady him. “And you’re slurring.” She frowned at him as he draped his drunken self all over her.

He turned her to face his crowd of, for the most part, equally intoxicated brothers in arms. “Arn’t she pritty guyz?” He smirked and raised his glass to them, they cheered back and raised their own with him. “Comon Arella, lez get you a drink.”

She looked at him and put her other arm around his back. “Master you’re just plain silly.” Raven sighed and shook her head. “But if you insist I shall.” She looked at his drunken friends and pressed herself into him a little tighter. He was heavy and at least this way he couldn’t get it up and have his way with her again.

The two of them strolled right into the den of drunken male hormones. Kitos cracked knuckles and for some reason faces, with a few of the other soldiers as they entered the pack. There was a table in the center of the male hormones, stocked high with pig and peacock, olives and other things.

Raven squeaked softly as she remained close to Kitos, holding onto him more for support now then trying to keep him from staggering. “But… Master, could I perhaps eat first?”

“Oh yeh, eat, eat eat.” Kitos smirked a little, and then fell down onto the bastion beside the table; he leaned back and rested against the table while his friends laughed at him for having to sit down.

The grey girl rolled her eyes and moved toward the food covered table, approaching the pig and leaning around it, just trying to figure how to go about eating things. She eventually reached out and peeled a small strip of flesh off the pig, leaning back and popping it into her mouth, nibbling on it gently.

Kitos reached over and pulled her into his lap, his hands draping around her hips. “Ain’t she fine boyz?” He smirked holding the young girl by her hips, his legs stretched out on either side of hers.

Raven arched her back and covered her mouth as she tried to chew her food quickly, the piece of pork she had peeled off still pinched delicately between her fingers. She was a bit wide eyed, and turned to glare at him haughtily.

He just smirked at her, still holding her by her hips as he tossed back the last bit of wine in his glass. His friends were making a rather wide array of comments regarding the two, and their sex life, or lack thereof for the most part. There were even some offers to ‘fill in’ for Kitos if he wanted.

The grey girl finally chewed the bite in her mouth, smacking Kitos’ hands away. “How can I eat if you keep pawing me Master?” She pouted a bit trying to stand up and sent a glare toward the jeering Spartan men around them.

He grappled around her waist again, but this time only one hand as he leaned back and pulled a leg off of a peacock roast. He leaned back around the girl in his lap and offered her the drumstick, a dopy smile smeared across his face.

Raven frowned at him and took the drumstick, popping the small bit of pork she had left in her mouth as she continued to glare at him. “You are an impossible man… and your friends are noisy.” She huffed and turned her head, refusing to look at him in his ridiculously drunk state.

“Ye ‘ere that boyz?!” He practically shouted. “Arella thin’s we’re noisy!” They all laughed rather loudly then cheered even louder as Kitos groped Raven for them all to see.

She squeaked and shifted unhappily, tilting her head back and huffing. “Maaaster… stop.” She wriggled her rear and tried her best to get him off her, as respectfully as she could.

He just laughed and went to take another sip from his empty glass. He pouted and stared into the cup. “’ey! ‘omeone ought ta fillhtis!” His call caused another round of laughter from his friends and the appearance of one of his house’s servants. The girl looked almost apologetic toward Raven as she poured wine from her pitcher into Kitos’ cup.

Raven crinkled her nose and took a small bite from the peacock, wincing as it was somewhat stronger than she thought it would be. She mumbled something akin to ‘drunken fool’ and continued to pout as she stopped struggling.

It was around then when Kitos simply snatched the pitcher from his server, and proceeded to pour the majority of it down Raven’s top, laughing all the way. He even went so far as to tilt his head back and poured the wine straight down into his mouth, without actually righting the picture between his mouth and Raven’s breast.

She stood very still for a moment, not even an expression on her face as she stared down at her ruined top. The grey teen twitched once, then again, then she proceeded to grab her Spartan master by his nose and squeezed it. “You… are… drunk… and making… a… Fool… of… yourself.” She ground her teeth so hard they hurt, just to keep her from nuking the entire party, her pupils flashing a defiant red before she released him and stood up. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Kitos was a little too drunk to know when to give up, and because of that he chose not to, when he really should have. He grabbed the hem of the grey girl’s robe as she rose to leave, and pulled quiet strongly, in his booze addled mind this motion was going spin her and bring her back to his lap. What actually happened was Raven snagging it before the garment managed to slide completely off her, though it did expose her rather supple chest and one of the teen girl’s arms went to remedy that.

She looked back at the drunk Spartan silently before reaching down and smacking the him on the bad side of his face. She did it in more of a wake up gesture than an actual slap of anger.

The Spartan stared at her, his friends actually falling silent for a moment. Then the scarred man scowled at the grey girl, and the entire crowd of drunken boys started laughing. Kitos on the other hand was less than amused; he stood up, rather difficultly and grabbed at the young Titan to the best of his abilities.

Raven huffed and pulled up her robe as she actually managed to evade his inebriated grabbing. “Master you are being simply silly, now please sober up.” She regretted her little stunt, just from the expression on his face, but she couldn’t allow herself to be treated like that, no matter what his culture dictated was appropriate, though she doubted this qualified.

The teen girl bunched up her stained robe and tried to gently work her way out of the crowd and away from her irate master, not wanting to get caught up by his drunken indignity and face whatever public atrocity he had in mind.

Kitos did his best to pursue her, but his best was considerably dampened by the fact that he was running on about ninety percent alcohol at the moment. He stumbled about with the dexterity of a dying fish, his friends finding the whole scene utterly hilarious and egging him on all the while.

She managed to work her way around the very muscular probably drunk Spartan boys, and finally managed to get out of the crowded group and slink away from it at a rather slow and subtle pace. She didn’t want to look like she was humiliated and escaping, knowing Spartans that would probably just trigger their predator instincts.

Kitos eventually gave up his pursuit, just sort of ending up on the floor, sitting there cursing her and her nymph powers of evasion. Which only caused his friends to laugh even more, not that he was in much of a state to care.

Raven slowly made her way toward the great hall exit she had entered through. She was filthy and stained and didn’t feel that adjusting her robe in public was something that would be considered ‘beautiful.’ She reached up with one hand and tugged her hair out of the makeshift ponytail it was in, releasing the waving wet curls to bob down around her face, framing her delicate pale neck and face as she hoped she could make it out of hall without being spotted.

Her desires were only half right. While nearly everyone in the room had their eyes on her, the wives to the elder men, none of them cared to say or do a thing to halt her escape. Kea looked like she was ready to commit murder, but her wrath wasn’t toward Raven, she seemed more upset with her drunken son.

She finally managed to leave the room, walking a few feet into the empty hall before stopping and leaning against the wall, taking a deep breath as her shoulder shook. She was, surprised to find she was slightly afraid of Kitos, the way he had looked at her after she had bopped him… it made her nervous. The grey teen clasped her hands together and sighed softly, leaning off the wall slowly and walking down the back toward where they had bathed.

The festivities could be heard behind her, though muted lightly under the harsh howls of Kea. It wasn’t really that she was yelling so much that the bloody fury of her voice passed through the others, but it wasn’t even that long until even that passed, and the normal rustle of the party returned.

Raven walked slowly down the halls, clutching her stained robe to her chest, the folds had been mussed so that it was not really holding onto her body anymore. The pale girl turned around to look behind her, listening to the sounds of the party just to make sure she wasn’t being missed before she continued with her escape.

Unfortunately with Urasa walking down the hall, carrying what appeared to be a fresh robe, no doubt sent by the maiden of the house, escaping without violence would be undoubtedly difficult, and Raven liked the elderly servant. So she stilled once she caught sight of her, grumping silently as she straightened herself out and ran her fingers through her hair. She moved forward toward Urasa slowly, smiling weakly and tugging on her tainted robes. “Hello.”

“Hello.” The elderly woman smiled at the young grey girl. “Her ladyship asked that I see that you got cleaned up. It would seem lord Kitos is having far too good a time at his return celebration.” She chuckled lightly under her breath. “Dionysus would be proud.”

The grey teen tilted her head in confusion for a moment before forcing a smile onto her face, and pulling her robe out from her slightly, just to show how ruined it was. “I am afraid I might have angered him… but he was being such a cad he deserved a small slap.” She averted her gaze, the nervous feeling of impending retribution bubbling up in her chest again.

“Oh trust me dear, after the scolding lady Kea gave him, he won’t even remember your little love tap.” Urasa chuckled lightly again, putting a hand lightly on the young girl’s arm. “Now let’s get you washed up.” She didn’t guide toward the baths, where she and Kitos had ‘washed’ before, but rather toward a smaller room with a step down, and an earth floor.

Raven simply went along with the other woman, sighting softly. “Her might not remember, but I’m not so sure, he seems like a rather spiteful boy.” She bit her bottom lip and pulled the robe back up to over her chest, pressing the wine scented garment against her skin and shivering as some of the liquid dripped down her stomach.

“Well if he’s anything like he was when he was a lad, he’ll soon be moved onto his next interest… and if he’s any bit as smart as his father, he’ll steer clear of his mother’s wrath.” She chuckled again this time more to herself and her own memories, walking with the grey teen into a small, really more of a closet than a room. “Here you are.” She laid the fresh robes down just above the dirt step down, leading Raven over to stand off the floor. “You go ahead and get out of those, and I’ll get you something to wash with.” The elderly woman smiled, picking up a small bucket and disappearing behind a wooden draw-door, leaving Raven alone, in a windowless cell of a room.

She sighed and began removing the sticky folds of her robe. The wine had been somewhat colder than she thought and it had stained her chest and stomach with its rich deep purple color. The grey girl reached down when she was fully undressed, and swiped a finger up her stomach, covering it in the still wet wine and popping the digit into her mouth, sucking the sweet bitter flavor off.

Urasa wasn’t gone long, she soon returned with a full pale of fresh clean, cold water from the house’s fountain. “Here we go.” She stepped in, closing the door behind her, and then without warning or prompt, poured most of the water over Raven’s head.

Raven let out a loud yelp and wrapped her arms around her chest, shivering as the cold water drenched her thin pale form. “Ack! Dammit!” She tried to glare at the older woman but her hair was drenched down over her eyes, blocking her view of, well... everything.

There was a cold splash against her midsection as Urasa emptied the pale against her, washing clean the last remnant of Kitos’ drunken enthusiasm and the dark girl grit her teeth, her arms falling to her sides as her hair flopped down into her face. Goosebumps speckled her skin and she grumbled under her breath trying her best not to shiver. It was just such a big shock to her system eventually she just started shaking.

“I know it’s cold.” Urasa was already blotting the young girl dry with what appeared to the period equivalent of a hand towel. “But we’ll get you dressed and back to the festivities… the lights should have the great hall nice and toasty hmm?”

The violet girl nodded slightly, tilting her head back and pushing her hair out of her face. She smiled slightly as she tried to hold her hair back out of her face. “I hope things continue as they are, I like not being forced to talk to all those people.” She laughed nervously as she looked down at the other woman.

The elder servant shared her humor. “Yes well, her lady ship was certain not to merely invite those the family is on good terms with… she hopes to use your presence to win lord Kitos his own statue… I would avoid Commander Karis though, I’ve heard rumors that he employs more fair girls than strictly necessary within his own house, and Lord Toston was a member of his regiment.” She dabbed Raven dry the best she could, soon stepping behind the young girl and wringing her hair out into the drying rag. She seemed very hurried, but with the party and her many responsibilities, it wasn’t hard to think of why.

Raven just stood still and let the woman do what they wanted, not complaining when her hair was pulled or when the cold water splashed from her hair onto her shoulders. She didn’t want to cause this helpful woman any trouble, she reached up and grabbed the rag, batting at the woman’s hand. “I’ll worry about my hair.” She was trying to get the old servant to worry about the robe instead of her hair, with all this attention Raven’s hair was just going to curl and she didn’t look too bad with wavy hair.

Urasa removed her hands from the young girl, and quickly turned to raising the fresh robe against her pale skin. “You really seem quite well mannered for a nymph.” Now she was just making conversation, but Urasa was the oldest maid in the house, and if Raven was going to be staying long, which in all likely hood she was, than it would be best for them to get along. “I mean no offense but from the stories I had thought nymphs wild and unruly creatures of the glades, you hardly seemed out of place in the court of men.”

She nodded slowly, and continued to scrunch her hair. “Yes… I’ve been told this before… my, sisters they would… they would tease me, I was never good at being cruel.” She smiled softly at the other woman. “I still do not like humans… but I never saw any good in being awful towards them either, most of you are very interesting… but alas I was never very good a fleeing either, as you can see.” She chuckled and finally let her hair fall, it was shorter than when it was straight and curled up into tight waves, framing her face giving it a more child like appearance.

“Well, that explains how lord Kitos was able to capture you.” Urasa chuckled. “Gods bless him, but that boy is no Odysseus.” She pinned Raven’s new toga with ample skill, getting it into place without as much as a second try. “Well then,” she took a step back to look the young girl over, “would you prefer to return to your ‘display’ or join the servers?”

Raven smiled weakly and rubbed her wet hands together. “I will join the servers; it will make it easier to avoid Master.” She looked down at her hands and rubbed at her knuckles before looking back up at Urasa. “What am I expected to do?”

The silver haired servant simply smiled. “All you’re expected is to carry a tray and avoid the drunken fools as best you can, that is if you value the ability to sit.” She chuckled lightly, taking the grey girl by her hand. “Come with me.”

She nodded and went along with the older woman, she could avoid the idiots, she had mastered that much back home. “Yes ma’am.” The lithe teen tried not to shift as her curls bounced and tickled her neck.

Urasa lead her quickly down the halls, turning before reaching the source of the damp fire head and festive ruckus, the great hall. A few quick turns and the elder maid lead the young girl to the kitchen. It was working in full swing, pitchers of wine being carried out by young slave girls, trays of snacks, small bits of meat, or more disturbing things, like needle pieced eyes, or what actually appeared to be animal testicles, braised in some sort of red sauce.

Raven followed along as swiftly as she was lead, smiling softly as she mentally smoothed down her ruffled feathers. Perhaps doing some work would take away the rising unease and embarrassment of earlier. The grey teen did her best not to pay attention to what was being served, she hadn’t actually been able to eat much before Kitos’ little accident and her stomach ached from the lack of content.

“Feel free to grab snacks between trays, but please don’t let the guests see you eat.” It was as if the old woman could read minds. “And don’t eat off your own tray.” She smiled lightly handing Raven a large tray decorated with what appeared to be the ribs some moderately sized animal.

The girl nodded slowly and held her tray as best she could, wrapping her delicate fingers around the rim and holding it out in front of herself. She grit her teeth as the wafting hot smell of the meats drifted up to her nose and her stomach gave another jeering growl. “I will try.” She gave the woman an impish grin and turned her head back to the way they had come.

“Oh dear, holding the fray like that is just asking for trouble.” She took the tray back for a moment, holing it up by her head, her hand pressing wide against the bottom. “If you hold like this you’ll have more control, less chance that some drunken guest will knock it out of your hand and the food will end up on the floor, or you.” She offered the tray back. “And if you’re hungry do grab a quick bite before you head out.” She smiled, turning back toward the kitchen and what appeared to be animal stalls.

Raven flushed a bit and took the tray again, holding it as the elder servant had instructed, feeling the tray out. “It’s a little heavy to hold like this, but I will do my best.” She was going to hold off on eating for now, no matter how much her stomach longed to be filled. She wanted to take the eating slow because well, from what she had tasted all the food was rather rich and she didn’t want to upset her stomach while serving people who expected her to be absolutely beautiful.

Which wasn’t to say that the other servants weren’t equally made up, some of them were scarcely old enough to be called women, but all of them wore the simple uniform of soft smooth skin and silky hair, some were clearly more veteran than the others, and those were not simply identifiable by age.

The grey girl took a deep breath and turned as she held her tray steady, it was a little hard for her, it was heavy for her none Spartan raised or influenced strength, so she used both hands, the other sort of hovering around the edge to make sure if they tipped she could catch it before it spilt. They lithe teen turned to the exit to the kitchen and the entrance to the great hall, flushing slightly as she held the heavy tray attempting to look like it wasn’t a burden.

The festivities were well populated, not only by the guests, who seemed more social now that they all had some wine in them. The boys were talking with more than just themselves, mostly the servers, or the older men. They seemed a little scared of the elder women or maybe more simply the wrath they’d invite if the women’s husband took things the wrong way.

Raven hefted the tray up slightly, and took a deep breath lifting her chin up slightly as she slowly marched out onto the ‘floor.’ She lowered the tray slightly, so it wasn’t so propped up to where she had to use her shoulder just to keep it in the air. It was heavy enough to take up some of her attention that much was for sure, but the chattering people and the alluring smells made her forget how heavy the tray was; hopefully once again she could maintain a sense of being part of the crowd rather than a piece of the show.

Though she may have been starting from behind, the servers as a group were all attractive slaves, though not all were women, some were male, and all appeared to be almost oiled. The majority of the guests ignored them, treating the servants as part of the environment rather than real people, some of the more drunk ogled them though, a few might tough here and there, but for the most part the guests and servants kept to themselves.

The grey girl simply decided to amble about, she didn’t really want to talk with other people, she would wait to be flagged down. This gave her a chance to look the guests over, really looking at them, seeing what subtle or not so subtle quirks they had, their different traits as well as what ranks they held either in the military or society. Discovering who’s wife they were or vice versa, eves dropping little details she just absorbed herself into the crowd as she wandered randomly about.

Occasionally patrons would snag pieces of meat off her tray, they were only really finger foods, the animal the ribs had come from was probably some small goat or lamb, and no one really paid that much attention to Raven herself. True she might walk past a group of women and overhear their catty remarks regarding her, or a group of men admiring various pieces of her anatomy, or discussing which part they preferred. And though people may have talked about her, no one really talked to her. The men or boys would look her over, the women and wives would scowl at her, but no one truly spoke to her.

Raven was actually rather pleased with that, not being talked to was a small bright spot in her otherwise dismal day. She could ignore the remarks and the looks as long as she didn’t have to talk to the people. She was a bit curious as to why this had happened, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. So the young girl settled into randomly walking about, happily drowning out everything and everyone around her as she went back to that Zen state of plotting her escape.

It’d be easy of course, the only key was patience, everyone needed to be asleep or she risked them following her. Which would inevitably lead to either combat or them over taking her, and she didn’t want to mess with history too badly. She’d already probably thrown a monkey wrench into ancient Greece just by being there, she didn’t want to mess things up by hurting or killing people. So she’d wait until they were asleep.

Though she continued ignoring him, moving through the crowd waiting for her tray to lighten enough for her to head back and pick up another one, Kitos laid out on a bastion nearby, nursing a bloody nose. The circumstances under which he’d earned it were both void and unknown, but there the drunken warrior laid, his collar staining lightly red.

She didn’t want to deck him any longer, she’d probably have just wound up with a broken knuckle anyway, but she still wasn’t going to talk to him. Finally losing enough food off her tray to justify heading back, she moved her tray down, no longer holding it out for the guests as she made her way back toward the kitchen. The change in posture not going unnoticed, people parted for her, and only some of the younger less proper Spartans stole scraps from her plate.

Raven smiled at the people as she passed, putting on her best face and laughing it off when scraps were snatched off her plate. She bowed her head to the guests, before retreating back into the kitchen. Once she was out of sight she grimaced and placed her free hand over her growling stomach, mewling unhappily as she snapped herself back to attention. The dark girl hefted her tray up and looked around to where the other busy bees were laying them, and where she could find a fresh one.

It wasn’t a difficult search; there was a large stack of dirty trays beside a goat and a sink. The goat appeared to be eating things that fell off the trays and an elderly man was doing his best to scrub the rest off himself. She simply walked over and placed her tray down among the others as gently as she could, trying not to disturb the busy man. She smiled at him and the goat rather quickly before turning and walking over to where things were being set on trays, she was going to nab things quick while no one was watching so she could ease the horrible stabbing hunger in her empty gut.

Of course it wasn’t like there weren’t others nabbing things off plates, some of the servers stole tastes of a tray before they carried one out, the more experienced servers stole scraps from either the unfinished plates or the chefs while they cooked. Sure it meant you got the less presentable pieces but it also meant you didn’t go out with a tray that looked like it had been snacked on.

Raven walked over to the full trays and nabbed a piece of what she assumed was meat; she was just going to avoid the trays that held body parts she could recognize. She then proceeded to skitter off to a less inhabited part of the kitchen and chow down gratefully on the hot food. She nearly moaned as the warm rich meat slid down her throat, ebbing her grinding stomach into a warm pleasant ache. The grey teen closed her eyes and simply stood there enjoying herself for the first time since she had gotten into the past.

And for the first time, or at least what felt like it, she was undisturbed. Urasa was the one in charge of seeing that they each did what was expected of them and she at the moment otherwise occupied. The other servants didn’t seem to pay her much mind, occasionally one would look up at her, with that strange half interested look of someone who’d never seen a person with quiet her coloring before, but soon enough they’d return their attention to whatever it was they’d been doing before, and simply put her presence out of their minds.

She was happy to be in this situation, chewing slowly to savor the flavor f the odd Greek food. She just needed to be lazy for a moment, even in sleep she hadn’t really gotten peace since; well Kitos had raped his way into her life. She finished her food after a little while and licked her fingers slowly, shifting into a more straightened position before heading back toward the new full tray section, and nabbing herself a nice big tray of steaming food. She shifted so she held it correctly and then turned to make her way back to the party.

The festivities had continued quiet well without her, though things were beginning to taper off, people were just starting to get drunk enough not to want to be around people they didn’t like. Kitos’ friends were almost all sporting new injuries, black eyes or bloody lips, nothing too serious, and come the next morning half of them wouldn’t likely remember how they’d come to have their new marks. Most of the women were attempting to control their husbands, who were for the most part attempting to steal away for a moment or two with one of the servers. One note to be made though was that when one wife caught her husband attempting to steal a moment with one of the male servers, an older lad taut and muscular but clearly not a soldier, no one seemed to even bat an eye.

Raven did notice that it was quieter, but she wasn’t really going to stop walking around just because things had quieted down. Ignoring everyone and expecting the same courtesy, although she offered a bored smile to anyone still hungry enough to snack off her tray. She was in an odd state, all the strange goings on about her didn’t’ seem to really register with her, her stomach was full, her body was tired, and she found that she simply didn’t seem to care what happened anymore, to her or around her, she could feel the evening wearing on and knew her escape was emanate.

A few of the male members of the crowd, and a few of the more intoxicated female members took some rather unveiled passes at her, and a few of their spouses took them by their favorite body part, or in the case of the women the shoulder, and lead them away, several heading for the front door, a few heading for a quiet room.

The grey girl would smile quietly and take a step back from anyone who approached her, it was at this time that she began looking for familiar faces, only so she could know who was where. She tried to keep serving people while she looked, mostly because it was once again hard for her to keep her tray up.

Kitos was the first to be spied. Her young ‘captor’ was sitting on the same bastion he’d been laying out on before, his nose wasn’t bleeding anymore, and several of his friends were actually unconscious. He’d taken to marking their faces with charcoal from a nearby torch while those still conscious snickered over his shoulder. Some of them were sans-toga, and most didn’t know why or where their clothes had gone.

Raven sighed and decided that as nice as it was to be ignored and ignore in return, she needed a bit of information and she felt a little bad for him. She walked over to him and his friends slowly, looking as if she was wandering that way without actually noticing he was there.

The Spartan boy was occupied drawn what appeared to be a crude representation of a penis on the face of one of his passed out friends. Even in ancient times, boys were boys, and rather unimaginative. He did look up once he noticed she was standing over them. He smelled significantly stronger than he had a few hours ago, and you would’ve thought that he’d bathed in wine, but he seemed considerably more lucid than he had been before. “Hey Arella.” Apparently pain and blood made Spartans sober up. “Does this look like a penis to you?”

She frowned slightly at him and leaned over to look at his drawing. “No… not at all… you have one how could you not draw it properly?” She teased him lightly, smiling as she offered the tray to him. “Hungry Master?”

“You know very well I do.” He smiled at her, standing up and stepping over his unconscious friend to snag a treat from her tray. “An’ you think you can do better?” He took the tray from her, and laid it on the significantly clearer table behind the bastion, offering her his piece of charcoal in its place.

The dark girl blushed a bit but grabbed it and tilted her head. “I’ll need a clear face.” She huffed and scrunched up her nose, pouting at him lightly, just because some part of her figured that she should kiss up to him before humiliating him via escaping.

“How about Katis.” One of Kitos’ friends pointed back over his shoulder, a completely naked man, not much younger than Kitos himself, laid out on his back across the table, apparently resting atop what appeared to have once been a peacock roast. His feet dangled off the side and some of his friends were still picking at the bird beneath his back.

Raven grinned and nodded. “Perfect… oh and I get a model as reference too? How lucky am I.” She smirked as she almost strutted over toward the naked man. She did feel a little uncomfortable, but wiggling her hips and placing her empty hand on her hip as she leaned over the unconscious man.

Kitos smirked a little and stepped, almost tripped, he wasn’t that sober, over to where she stood. He had a hand on her ass as he leaned over her sort of, faked watching what she was doing in favor of feeling up her supple rear.

The Teen Titans mewled unhappily as she made a show of inspecting the sleeping man’s crotch before taking the charcoal bit and beginning to draw out a rather accurate image of a giant penis over the man’s torso, and just to add flare to the phallic image she exaggerated the testicles as much as she could. Once finished she pointed to it and smiled, displaying her human graffiti to her Spartan molester proudly.

“Very nice.” He continued to grope her rear, curling his fingers up under her cheek and squeezing it in his hand. “But I might’ve given him breasts.” Kitos smirked a little, leaning over her a little and curling his other hand around the edge of her toga. “Care to model for us Arella. I happen to know you have a very nice pair.”

Raven frowned and reached behind her, grabbing the Spartan’s hand and attempting to remove it from her rear. “Master… you’ve already embarrassed me once for tonight, please… I should get back to serving people.” She stood straight up and left the charcoal on the still naked man’s chest, right in the dip of his collar bone.

“Oh trust me Arella, if you were to show yourself off, the only ones who’d be embarrassed are the old bags my mother invited.” The man smirked, looking over to his friends. “What’d you say boys, you wanna see my girl’s tits?” The response from the conscious half of the drunken Spartans was only as could be expected.

The grey girl flushed slightly and shook her head. “But I don’t want to… after all it’s only an exercise in futility… they won’t be able to enjoy how they feel even if I were to agree to show off.” She crossed her arms over the breasts in questions and stared at her black dusted finger tips.

“Well then.” Kitos smirked pressing himself up against her legs. “Let them see what they’re missing.” He smirked a little more his friends mock-booing him as he made it abundantly clear that he was going to be mounting the pale teen that night.

She pouted slightly, before getting a fabulous idea. Raven shifted so she was facing Kitos, and slid her clean hand slowly up his leg till she cupped his crotch. She gave him a firm but gentle squeeze, right before slipping out of his hold retrieving her tray and going back to ‘work.’

The Spartan looked like he wanted to yip, but he didn’t out of pride. He did sort of smirk after her though, admiring her rear as she walked. “She’s going to love it.” His friends erupted.

She snorted back at them, snatching up her tray, and just to give Kitos a little harder a time, she wiggled her fingers at his friends in a seductive gesture, before walking off to serve the people who were still snacking.

Again, the Spartans erupted, and several requests were made to ‘borrow’ Raven, all of which were denied by Kitos, who told them flat out. “Go get your own nymph, that one’s mine.”

She had to smile as she began walking about again. Despite all her annoyance with Kitos he did manage to get her to walk away with an extra swagger in her hips and a little more bounce to her rear. She smiled a bit brighter too, he really was charming in a horribly abusive sort of way.

He had complimented her twice with that last tryst, well one and one half if you counted the ‘go get your won’ comment, though it was the thought that counted right, and at that particular moment, there was little other than her passing through Kitos’ thoughts.

Raven would smile then lower the tray when she was stopped, laughing happily at any comments that were anything close to being a come on. She flitted about the dwindling crowd behaving a lot better than she had her first time around the crowd. The grey girl eventually stopped for a moment to rest and adjust the still rather heavy tray.

Someone grabbed onto her arms from behind, whomever they were they were strong, strong enough to hold her still without hurting her, and still move her back toward one of the side halls. Kitos leaned around her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “I’ve gotta have you.”

She yipped softly and strained to turn to face the voice, she recognized him only from the fact that he had spoken to her like this before, her arms restrained him leaning over her shoulder. “Master… please be patient… please try, for me?” She sight softly and did her best not to spill the tray.

“Come on, a quicky in the hall closet? No one will even miss you.” He actually kissed her cheek. “Besides, don’t you belong to me?”

Raven nodded slowly but sighed none the less. “I promise something much better than a quicky if you have some patience.” She flushed at her own words, and looked about. “Please Kitos…” She said his name like it was made out of satin, letting it float across her tongue and turn to steam once it past her lips.

He almost moaned into her ear, grinding his teeth lightly against each other as he thought it over. “Tonight, we’re not sleeping.” He spoke this like it was a divine decree, and let her go, huffing lightly and walking off to go find his mother and find out how much longer this party was going to last.

The dark girl frowned and sighed as she managed to restore her grip on the tray. She didn’t like the sound of that at all, but he was being overly affectionate and that was somewhat nice. She highly doubted that he would last the entire night anyway, even with his Spartan stamina, so she shook off the heated feeling and returned to serving people.

There were fewer people to serve, even considering the lessened number from before; most of the conscious members of Kitos’ friends were beginning to leave. The older men also being escorted out as well, apparently somehow the ‘appropriate amount of time’ had passed and now people, who wanted to leave, were leaving. The rest were just unconscious, or rutting in some back room.

She had to be somewhat please to find herself standing alone in the specific area of the great hall she found herself in. It didn’t really look like there were that many people awake or around any longer, so she plucked a piece of meat off her tray and began walking back to the kitchen. Her arms hurt a little and she tired, not that she could expect much rest any time soon if Kitos intended to make good on his threat.

The kitchen too was winding down, the pile of dirty trays half again the size it had been before, the goat looking rather full and the dishwasher having changed into a young man with more energy and vigor to clear the dishes with. The chefs were starting to clean up as well, putting out their cooking fires, and washing the blood off their knives.

Raven continued to pick off her tray as she walked into the kitchen. She grabbed one last snack before setting her tray down in the pile and stretching her back and arms out over her head, smiling as all the muscles in her body gave a light shiver from the delightful sensation. The grey girl hadn’t really spoken to anyone so she simply waved to the kitchen in general before returning to the great hall and looking around lazily. No one was really watching her anymore, they were drunk or horny or asleep, and she felt like she could relax.

The only real people still around were Kitos and his mother. Kea was busy talking to some other woman while Kitos stood a fair distance away but within ear shot, leaning against a pillar. His father was there as well, but more in the background, still picking at the remains of a peacock roast. Kea and the other woman seemed cordially enough on the surface, but the way the addressed each other spoke more about their relationship than their words.

The violet haired girl remained where she was, not sure if she should even approach the scene or if she should keep her distance. Raven ran a hand over her cheek and gasped quietly under her breath looking down at her fingers. They were covered in charcoal dust, and she had small black smudges all over her arms, and now a few streaking across her cheek. She groaned unhappily and licked clean her fingers before beginning to try and rub off the smudges.

While she tried to clean herself, Kitos spied on her. He tapped his mother’s shoulder and one excited puppy look later, he was free standing in front of the dark girl with a horny smirk smeared across his twisted face, as well as a slightly hazy look to his still somewhat drunk eyes.

Raven almost yelped when she looked up to see him looming over her, but she resisted and continued to try and clean the coal off. “I see the party is officially over? Was it good to be back and see so many familiar faces?” She smiled at him weakly, backing up a few steps.

“The old faces are still the same. Katis still drinks like a child and Oraban still can’t take a punch.” He seemed uninterested in reminiscing, or at least less interested in it that he was in her. “Shall we adjourn to my room for the night?”

The pale girl smiled as she gave up on the coal, she’d actually gotten most of it off, but the last bit was being impossibly difficult. She nodded slowly, frowning for just a moment as she stepped closer to him and put her clean fingers against his scar.

He smiled down at her, wrapping his hands around her waist and vigorously taking a hold of her rear, before completely lifting her up off the ground and up into his arms. “I take that as a yes.”
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