Snippet #4988

Woulfgar cursed, spat and kicked. Hid damned leg had been a pain in his arse ever since he tried to go to the damn party, how long had it been since he tried to leave his cell? How many times had he stumbled? How many times had someone bumped into him? Far too many times for Woulfgar's temper to withstand, and now he was at the edge of explosion with rage and anger.
Woulfgar had used the past hour to travel from his cell to the party, however, many slaves knew about his wounded leg, and as a result many of them had been in his way to indirectly hurt him. Woulfgar knew that they hated him for his bully like behavior to them, but the fact that they would think they would escape without getting a beating later was laughable. Woulfgar knew who had been responsible for these so-called accidents, and when his leg was better, he would see them beaten half to death.

Woulfgar leaned his weight against the door and entered the feast. He almost fell back as the wide variety of smells, spices and delicious odors entered his nostrils. Hid mouth went wet within seconds as he looked around, looking at the endless rows of food, the bottles of wine and other drinks.
Woulfgar wasted no time; he limped directly over to the food section, took a plate and began to haul food onto it and while he did so, he tested the food, often in rather large quantities.
Woulfgar was soon seated and was showing one piece of food into his mouth after the next. He hunger knew no bounds, and like a wild animal, he showed not the least sight of manners. Chinks of meat was seen in his beard mixed with wine and fruit juice, bread crumbs seemed to have been massed together as a small horde and was fighting with the spills of wine to appear more in his white beard.

As Woulfgar wolfed down all the food that he had on his plate, a servant came over, "Woulfgar, I presume...My master would like to talk with you," he stated simply however Woulfgar didn't heed the servant and continued to force more food into his mouth than was possible.
"I said, my master would like to talk to you!" the servant repeated, annoyed by Woulfgar's behavior.

"Wrughf hre fruh s ur....master," Woulfgar said, spitting out large pieces of bread, cheese and meat from his mouth that fell down on the table.
"Lady Aurelia, herself...now if you have any respect for your own life, I would-" The servant didn't get any futher in his sentence before Woulfgar's meaty hands were at the man's shirt and pulled him down to his head.
"If you are threatening me, then by all means...end that sentence of yours. I'll have your balls ripped out," Woulfgar said with a deep and serious voice, making the blood from the servant's face run away.

Woulfgar stood up, brushed the worst of the food that was stuck in his beard away and then limped behind the servant towards Lady Aurelia.
The servant went over to Lady Aurelia and presented Woulfgar, "My dear Lady Aurelia, may I present to you, Galdiator Woulfgar," the servant said and Woulfgar gave a simple nod and a slight bow.

Woulfgar didn't meet Aurelia's eyes, he looked past her, or at anything else than her face. Women made him shy. Why, he didn't know, all he knew was that he would much rather be inside the arena fighting another champion than standing face to face with a woman. They had some strange ability to turn Woulfgar into a mild and quiet man.
"How may I serve?" Woulfgar asked plainly, his voice was barely a whisper, and his head continued to look left and right, to keep himself from looking at Aurelia's face, no...not just her face, her entire existence was what was making him so uneasy.