Post by Xerxes I on Apr 4, 2007 20:59:12 GMT -5
The Persian messenger swaggered into Sparta-much to the alarm of most of the people. Surrounded by others of his race, he was clad in gold, from the hat upon his head, to the thick dark cloak with a gold interior - silk. His eyebrow pierced twice, his nose, all gold. Revealing how fortunate he was to be in Xerxes' favor. He scornfully strode over the Greek earth, eyes flicking greedily over Spartan buildings-what would soon belong to the Persians.
He stopped near one of the enormous wells of the city, and, staring around him at the persons near, the enormous ebony skinned Persian sneered, flashing white teeth.
"Fetch your king, Spartans!" he boomed, gesturing to his compatriots, "We are emissaries from his grace, Xerxes I. He sends his...compliments." With a disdainful look around the Spartan square, the man did not bother to hide his sarcasm. One of his fellow messengers spat on the ground to prove how much he cared.
He stopped near one of the enormous wells of the city, and, staring around him at the persons near, the enormous ebony skinned Persian sneered, flashing white teeth.
"Fetch your king, Spartans!" he boomed, gesturing to his compatriots, "We are emissaries from his grace, Xerxes I. He sends his...compliments." With a disdainful look around the Spartan square, the man did not bother to hide his sarcasm. One of his fellow messengers spat on the ground to prove how much he cared.
