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When I woke up, it was barely dawn. The sky was painted with all the colors of the wind.

Purples,pinks and blues of a thousand shades. It was cold but not as cold as it had been. I sat up a little ways and looked around.

Somehow a pillow had been placed under my head and I had been given a thin bare thread,moth eaten blanket but it was still a blanket. I had no memory of being handed such items, so how did they get there?

A smile crept on my face when I realized where they had come from….
Inculta.

I shook my head then did my regular stretching and yawning. I checked the time: 5:36 AM.

I could hear someone rustling around inside the tent. Gathering the feeble blanket and thin pillow, I headed inside.

Much to my surprise he was still asleep.
He looked almost peaceful and much younger when he slept. His face wasn't tense and he seemed almost content.

He slept only in his briefs giving me a full view of his very toned and chiseled chest. But like his back, thick, raised scars ravaged his pale skin.

I blushed when my eyes traced his scars to his navel and from there they followed his dark colored happy trail to the top of his waistband.

Like on his back, the trail of scars carried on underneath his briefs, dotting his hip bones and Stomach. One particular scar located on his hip, a large bite mark made my stomach churn, Feeling uneasy I casted my eyes away and grabbed my survival pack and head back outside to watch the sunrise,

If the physical scars were any indication of what battles he had fought, I shuddered at what mental ones he had.

No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the beauty of the sunrise, I couldn’t get the image of the bite mark out of my head.
The scar was very faded so it had been there for several years, I felt my stomach lurch when I came to the conclusion that he had likely received it as a young teen.

I looked around, many young legionaries passed by me. Some couldn't have been any older than 13 or 14. I shivered at the thought of what could be going on underneath the armor.

Did all of these young boys have scars like Inculta?

A part of me wanted to find out but another part of me would have rather been left ignorant to the situation.

I sighed and stretched myself out like a cat making the bones in my spine crackle and pop.

Behind me I could hear Inculta move, hurriedly I laid back down, not wanting him to think or have suspicions that I had seen him sleeping.

A few minutes later the tent flaps opened up and he came out. I felt two warm fingers press themselves against my jugular.

“Father was right, rabbits can be hardy little creatures. Sleep tight little Lepus, the wolves will not feed today” he brushed a hair from my face and after a few seconds he got up and left. After making sure he was gone, I opened my eyes and let out a soft sigh.

I stayed there until I heard his footsteps approach again I played Possum.

My nose was teased with the smell of coffee being thrust under it. I sniffed and pop one eye open, in front of me was a steaming cup of Mojave Coffee.

I greedily accepted the life giving beverage, taking a sip finding it brewed surprisingly well.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, looking at Inculta from the corner of my eyes.
He nodded and headed inside the tent only to reappear minutes later.

“So did you sleep well?” He asked as he sat down beside me, still shirtless

“Like a cryogenically frozen human popsicle.” The smug bastard chuckled.

“Tell me did you learn your lesson there little Hare?”

I rolled my eyes at him,

“Nope not at all, but I did learn that sleeping away from the wind makes things more bearable.”

He sighed and shook his head, amused by my reply.

“I'm not surprised in the least. Such a stubborn little thing.” If you wish you may join me for breakfast.”

I was going to refuse but the growling of my stomach answered for me.

“I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry the slaves in the kitchen have many years of experience and can do wonders with what they're given.”

“Good to know I guess.”

We finished our coffee in silence, neither one of us mentioning the blanket or pillow from his small act of kindness.

After finishing our drinks we headed out to the dining tent where breakfast was,

It was porridge with corn in it, it tasted surprisingly delicious. My stomach gave it approval by singing the song of its people loud enough that anyone turn by turned and looked.

I blushed and ducked my head, Inculta chuckled, shaking his perfectly shaped head.

For a quick second I stared at him, taking in his perfectly shaped toothy grin, his slightly crooked nose, and disastrously beautiful blue eyes. I felt like a cliche teenage girl stuck in a pre war romance novel I had once read that featured an apple on it’s cover and it's tagline being “if you could live forever, what would you live for?”

I looked away blushing even bearded when he caught me staring. I prayed to any god listening that he wouldn't saying thing.

Sadly those prayers went unanswered, once again reminding me that there was no gods.

“Mmmm Like what you see? You have been doing quite a lot of staring. Like this morning.”

I nearly choked on a mouth full of porridge.

“How the fuck did you know?” I whispered harshly, he laughed.

“You really think you sneak by a fox?” His eyes twinkled, amused by my reaction.

“I thought I was pretty damn stealthy.”

“That's what you get for thinking, silly little rabbit.”

I blushed and excused myself to the restroom, excepting him to follow.

Surprisingly he did not, which was both a relief and a worry.

I quickly hurried to the restroom and did my business and washed my hands.

I splashed my face with water and headed out of the restroom thankful that no one had come in.

As I hurried back to where Inculta was, I was suddenly grabbed by my collar and pinned against a wall of a tent. I felt my stomach nearly reject my breakfast when I saw who my attacker was.

Lanius…

I felt his grip tighten as he twisted my collar, choking me with it. I gasped for air as the prongs bit into my neck, pinching and tearing the skin.

I tried to keep from struggling as that only made things worse, but I was also fighting back a panic attack.

“You maybe the Legate’s little Brotherhood whore but for now you are mine! When I’m finished with you, you will be so ruined not even your worthless Brotherhood of shit will want you back.”He hissed into my ear as he used his freehand to grope my breast, pinching and twisting the nipple.

I tried to scream but nothing came out, only a strangled gurgling noise.

He chuckled wickedly as He slid the hand up my tunic, yanking on my panties.

I started losing consciousness as the prongs bit hard enough to draw blood.

But with one last burst of effort, I swung my legs forward and nailed the beast of a man in the groin.

He dropped me to the ground, I took one precious gasp of air before having to dodge roll away from Lanius’s vicious swing.

I used his bulk against him by tackling his legs and knocking him to the ground, I smashed my elbow into his face, but he grabbed my elbow and twisted my arm back.

I nearly let out a scream as the pain shot through me, but I had to focus on getting away from this asshole, the elbow could wait.

I twisted and wriggled out of his grip and rolled away, trying to catch my breath.

I wasn’t fast enough to run away in time before he had me in his grips again.

I swung and landed a hit on his face, he roared in anger and threw me to the the ground.

I was ready to feel his fist crush the side of my skull in, I screamed at the sound of bone crushing bone.

But the pain never came...because it was Lanius who was receiving the blow.

I looked up and saw the Bear holding his bleeding and crushed face, a movement near him caught my eye.

Inculta.

He was surprisingly calm looking, but his eyes were pitch black with rage. Lanius launched himself at the Legate, grabbing his legs.

Inculta landed on his ass but yanked Lanius’s head back by his hair and punched his throat.

Lanius howled in pain before taking and landing a blow on inculta’s ribs.

The Legate hissed in pain, swearing in his native tongue.

“ENOUGH”

Roared a voice making both men jerked their heads up. My eyes followed to where the voice came from.

There like a savior in the morning sun stood Caesar.

Description
When I woke up, it was barely dawn. The sky was painted with all the colors of the wind.

Purples,pinks and blues of a thousand shades. It was cold but not as cold as it had been. I sat up a little ways and looked around.

Somehow a pillow had been placed under my head and I had been given a thin bare thread,moth eaten blanket but it was still a blanket. I had no memory of being handed such items, so how did they get there?

A smile crept on my face when I realized where they had come from….
Inculta.

I shook my head then did my regular stretching and yawning. I checked the time: 5:36 AM.

I could hear someone rustling around inside the tent. Gathering the feeble blanket and thin pillow, I headed inside.

Much to my surprise he was still asleep.
He looked almost peaceful and much younger when he slept. His face wasn't tense and he seemed almost content.

He slept only in his briefs giving me a full view of his very toned and chiseled chest. But like his back, thick, raised scars ravaged his pale skin.

I blushed when my eyes traced his scars to his navel and from there they followed his dark colored happy trail to the top of his waistband.

Like on his back, the trail of scars carried on underneath his briefs, dotting his hip bones and Stomach. One particular scar located on his hip, a large bite mark made my stomach churn, Feeling uneasy I casted my eyes away and grabbed my survival pack and head back outside to watch the sunrise,

If the physical scars were any indication of what battles he had fought, I shuddered at what mental ones he had.

No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the beauty of the sunrise, I couldn’t get the image of the bite mark out of my head.
The scar was very faded so it had been there for several years, I felt my stomach lurch when I came to the conclusion that he had likely received it as a young teen.

I looked around, many young legionaries passed by me. Some couldn't have been any older than 13 or 14. I shivered at the thought of what could be going on underneath the armor.

Did all of these young boys have scars like Inculta?

A part of me wanted to find out but another part of me would have rather been left ignorant to the situation.

I sighed and stretched myself out like a cat making the bones in my spine crackle and pop.

Behind me I could hear Inculta move, hurriedly I laid back down, not wanting him to think or have suspicions that I had seen him sleeping.

A few minutes later the tent flaps opened up and he came out. I felt two warm fingers press themselves against my jugular.

“Father was right, rabbits can be hardy little creatures. Sleep tight little Lepus, the wolves will not feed today” he brushed a hair from my face and after a few seconds he got up and left. After making sure he was gone, I opened my eyes and let out a soft sigh.

I stayed there until I heard his footsteps approach again I played Possum.

My nose was teased with the smell of coffee being thrust under it. I sniffed and pop one eye open, in front of me was a steaming cup of Mojave Coffee.

I greedily accepted the life giving beverage, taking a sip finding it brewed surprisingly well.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, looking at Inculta from the corner of my eyes.
He nodded and headed inside the tent only to reappear minutes later.

“So did you sleep well?” He asked as he sat down beside me, still shirtless

“Like a cryogenically frozen human popsicle.” The smug bastard chuckled.

“Tell me did you learn your lesson there little Hare?”

I rolled my eyes at him,

“Nope not at all, but I did learn that sleeping away from the wind makes things more bearable.”

He sighed and shook his head, amused by my reply.

“I'm not surprised in the least. Such a stubborn little thing.” If you wish you may join me for breakfast.”

I was going to refuse but the growling of my stomach answered for me.

“I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry the slaves in the kitchen have many years of experience and can do wonders with what they're given.”

“Good to know I guess.”

We finished our coffee in silence, neither one of us mentioning the blanket or pillow from his small act of kindness.

After finishing our drinks we headed out to the dining tent where breakfast was,

It was porridge with corn in it, it tasted surprisingly delicious. My stomach gave it approval by singing the song of its people loud enough that anyone turn by turned and looked.

I blushed and ducked my head, Inculta chuckled, shaking his perfectly shaped head.

For a quick second I stared at him, taking in his perfectly shaped toothy grin, his slightly crooked nose, and disastrously beautiful blue eyes. I felt like a cliche teenage girl stuck in a pre war romance novel I had once read that featured an apple on it’s cover and it's tagline being “if you could live forever, what would you live for?”

I looked away blushing even bearded when he caught me staring. I prayed to any god listening that he wouldn't saying thing.

Sadly those prayers went unanswered, once again reminding me that there was no gods.

“Mmmm Like what you see? You have been doing quite a lot of staring. Like this morning.”

I nearly choked on a mouth full of porridge.

“How the fuck did you know?” I whispered harshly, he laughed.

“You really think you sneak by a fox?” His eyes twinkled, amused by my reaction.

“I thought I was pretty damn stealthy.”

“That's what you get for thinking, silly little rabbit.”

I blushed and excused myself to the restroom, excepting him to follow.

Surprisingly he did not, which was both a relief and a worry.

I quickly hurried to the restroom and did my business and washed my hands.

I splashed my face with water and headed out of the restroom thankful that no one had come in.

As I hurried back to where Inculta was, I was suddenly grabbed by my collar and pinned against a wall of a tent. I felt my stomach nearly reject my breakfast when I saw who my attacker was.

Lanius…

I felt his grip tighten as he twisted my collar, choking me with it. I gasped for air as the prongs bit into my neck, pinching and tearing the skin.

I tried to keep from struggling as that only made things worse, but I was also fighting back a panic attack.

“You maybe the Legate’s little Brotherhood whore but for now you are mine! When I’m finished with you, you will be so ruined not even your worthless Brotherhood of shit will want you back.”He hissed into my ear as he used his freehand to grope my breast, pinching and twisting the nipple.

I tried to scream but nothing came out, only a strangled gurgling noise.

He chuckled wickedly as He slid the hand up my tunic, yanking on my panties.

I started losing consciousness as the prongs bit hard enough to draw blood.

But with one last burst of effort, I swung my legs forward and nailed the beast of a man in the groin.

He dropped me to the ground, I took one precious gasp of air before having to dodge roll away from Lanius’s vicious swing.

I used his bulk against him by tackling his legs and knocking him to the ground, I smashed my elbow into his face, but he grabbed my elbow and twisted my arm back.

I nearly let out a scream as the pain shot through me, but I had to focus on getting away from this asshole, the elbow could wait.

I twisted and wriggled out of his grip and rolled away, trying to catch my breath.

I wasn’t fast enough to run away in time before he had me in his grips again.

I swung and landed a hit on his face, he roared in anger and threw me to the the ground.

I was ready to feel his fist crush the side of my skull in, I screamed at the sound of bone crushing bone.

But the pain never came...because it was Lanius who was receiving the blow.

I looked up and saw the Bear holding his bleeding and crushed face, a movement near him caught my eye.

Inculta.

He was surprisingly calm looking, but his eyes were pitch black with rage. Lanius launched himself at the Legate, grabbing his legs.

Inculta landed on his ass but yanked Lanius’s head back by his hair and punched his throat.

Lanius howled in pain before taking and landing a blow on inculta’s ribs.

The Legate hissed in pain, swearing in his native tongue.

“ENOUGH”

Roared a voice making both men jerked their heads up. My eyes followed to where the voice came from.

There like a savior in the morning sun stood Caesar.