Capture
a net dance

~a slave bolts towards them with a quick stride and the resolve of a larl fighting for freedom, a feral creature, running frantically, she spins and runs again, her movements fluid and graceful~

~she pulls at the skins which cover her flesh, a tight material which leaves little to the imagination, panther skins remanent of the forest, highlight her skill at avoiding capture and knowledge of the forest~

~abruptly she stops, shoulders trembling, she glances about in confusion at the shadows while turning with swiftness on elegantly curved legs, wild eyes looking about with suspicion~

~crouching and looking about, she seeks a place to hide as if unsure of this place, her face is dusted with sand and she cocks her pretty head to one side listening intently~

~with erratic yet determined movements, her eyes widen and she shrinks back in fear trying to escape some unseen captor, her head shakes vehemently and stepping back, she spins away in evasion~

~suddenly crouching again, the elegant curve of her spine enhanced as she stays close to the ground, unexpectedly, a singular dissonant thump of a drum interrupts and she responds as if struck~

~unsteadily she stumbles backwards, her movements awkward until she stops short against an obstruction behind her and looks up in defiance into the menacing eyes of her captor~

~she is caught up and tossed as the net pulls tight around her, she strains against the net, engulfed she spreads her arms to the side trying to push away the heavy folds of the net~

~spinning about in the net as she dances madly, her chest heaving with exertion while her captors circle her as a larl stalks her prey, she snarls and grabs the net and presses her heated body against it~

~flung to one side of the net as if by a blow, then to the other side, and again she is driven to one side, then again to the other, she snarls with outrage and indignation as she tumbles in the net~

~blinded by fear, she throws herself against the net, her head flails sending black locks of a wild girl's hair whipping about her to slap at taut flesh, she draws away from the overwhelming force~

~consumed in her emotions, she falls to the ground, in a slow agonizing descent, she sinks to her knees as the struggle envelopes her, her body shudders in waves of shock, as she drops to the ground~

~her body lashes to and fro in rage, fists clench as she fends of blows to her flank and thigh, she writhes with untamed passion, her fingers move over her stinging flesh under the gaze of her captor~

~she grips her sides trembling, her leg extended, her ankle snared in the net, she begins to weep as she reaches a trembling hand to the net and nimble fingers desperately seek a weak point in the net~

~her dance continues as her face expresses her feelings, first fear, sheer terror, now pleading, eyes tear swollen, her mind filled with confusion as her hands grasp piteously at the net~

~she rises to her knees, a slow and graceful rise though every limb quivers with the exertion, and continues to dance to some dissonant music unheard, she lifts a tear streaked face and revels in a strange sense of warmth~

~leaning forward with the weight of her struggles and pressing a tear stained cheek to the net, resigned, her life as she knew it is gone, a shudder of fear and doubt ripples through her as she recalls what is now lost to her~

~she turns her face up to her capture, and one last time dares to look him in the eyes, and her body shudders as she sees the warmth and compassion shown in his rugged face, she smiles and holds a tiny hand up to him hoping he will pull her free~

~knowing she must leave her forest home, she sheds tears freely as she gazes into his eyes, he who she will serve, he who captured her heart and soul, and she wonders what he will do with one such as herself~

~she lowers her body closer to the sands, unable to escape the confines of the net she ends her dance huddled on the sands, enraptured, her spirit enslaved, at last her slender fingers and delicately curved hands slip away from the net~