Origen: Arizona, Estados Unidos y Sonora, México.
Resistencia al frío: -2°C.
Cultivo: Crece muy lentamente y necesita mucha luz.
Número: 0452 (comprado en G. Knittel)
Mammillaria mainae, 28 de Septiembre de 2020
Woah more Mainae and Rhoade because Lily and I really love this ship like wow
Rhoade sighed. For once, she was doubting herself. It had been some time since she met Mainae, hell, since she became a goddess. And well... She was beginning to feel something back. And that was a dreadful moment of realization she chose to ignore for the time being. But, she did need to decide something. Since becoming the courtesan of the king, she had to go through a lot. Some of it, she didn't even tell anyone. So before she opened up even the slightest to that furious god, Rhoade wanted to make sure he could open up first.
"Hm, you called for me?" Mainae's voice came from behind, Rhoade turning around to find him standing there with his standard look of agitation and arms crossed. She smirked and gave a short nod. "Yes, I was wondering if you would do something for me." As she talked, the goddess stepped closer and placed a hand on his arm, already smirking again as his posture relaxed at her touch. "And that something would be?"
"Talk to me. About how life was before all the godliness."
Mainae raised an eyebrow, stiffening up at her words. "You want to know about my life as a slave?"
Rhoade nodded again and he looked around the room with a sigh, going to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Alright then. It's time to give the details to somebody, I guess." As the words came out of his mouth, Rhoade was a bit shocked, a bit relieved, and a bit curious. Mostly curious, if she was being honest. So she sat down next to him, trying her best not to put on a winning face.
"Alright, where to start? I believe I was enslaved at ten years of age. Father was a soldier and mother was... long gone. Ran off somewhere. Shit got started when my father was sent off to war and one of his friends sold me off to slavery for a quick buck. I remember bitin' off his finger though." A curt laugh was all that came from Mainae for a moment after he finished speaking.
"They trained me for months, tellin' me I was gonna be killing kids my age and they had to get me ready. They'd condition you for the pain, branding you and poking you with any sharp object they could get their hands on. I remember I took a spur from a riding boot once." Rhoade looked over Mainae as he spoke, trying to understand him. There was no hurt, no pride, he was just recollecting the memories.
"It all went by like a blur after that. You get used to the arena, the cheering crowds, and the inevitability that you're gonna die. I do remember the day I died though. They were finally going to let me out that day, let me be a free man. Just had to win another match. But... they rigged it. Didn't tell me I'd be goin' up against five other people. Managed to end three of them but the other two cut out my legs and got me. Then after that... the Mother Goddess approached me, said the God of War was sponsoring me and that I was chosen to become a god."
He shrugged as he finished and Rhoade hummed in thought. "But how did you become the God of Rage then?"
"Well... You spend long enough time doin' nothing but getting the crap knocked out of you and killing others, rage's all your gonna feel."
The goddess thought on his words for a second before reaching out and stroking his hair, giving him a softer smile than usual. "Well, if I might say, Mr. Angry, you're a nice person. Even if you've went through hell."
Mainae watched her for a moment before the twitch of a smile broke through. "Thanks."
