written by cyn
the light airy sounds of a kalika fill the night air, wafting through the Isle as the melody begins, hands breaking apart to move delicately through the cool air, slender arms dancing like the waves upon the mighty Thassa, beautiful features bright as a carefree smile moves upon ruby red lips, moving back to that time when she was free, lost in her own desires and her own thoughts, casting off Masters in an attempt to cast off the pain of a lonely broken heart, strong walls taking the place where once there was only trust
delicate feet lift and lower as sun-kissed form begins to twirl, the strumming of the kalika guiding each dedicated step, the light of the fire dancing upon straining flesh and then suddenly the music of the kalika is invaded by the light drumming of the kaska, ocean blue eyes narrowing slightly, the dance suddenly hesitant as eyes dart about the room and then quickly brushes off the feeling of being watched, delicate feet gliding effortlessly over the sand, each movement an indication of her joy, of her freedom, of her knowledge in her beauty as delicate hands move to lift crimson locks up and then fan out to caress sun-kissed shoulders
and then pauses as the drumming increases, liquid pools of blue warmth scanning the room, searching for something and then suddenly turns as the drums thunder, blue eyes widening to see a hidden cloaked figure, crying out in surprise as she turns to flee from his presence, taking only a few steps before running headlong into him once again, turning to run in the other direction only to find him there once again, over and over again as her cry of surprise and outrage echoes through the night
phantom hands clasp around slender shoulders, lithe form suddenly in she-larl mode as she struggles, tiny hands beating back at her unseen captor, the drums pounding relentlessly in her head, her freedom suddenly taken in a brief moment, suddenly tossed back at the place she did not want to be, the weight of her despair sends her sprawling to knees before him, wide pools of blue looking up to him pleadingly, feeling his gaze burn through to her very soul, knowing her cries of mercy go unheard as she throws herself to the ground
tiny fists beating against the unforgiving ground as the music rushes through trembling form, fighting helplessly as the realization of what has happened and what she has become once again hits full force, fingers clawing at his unmoving form in denial, futilely as his hold continues upon writhing form, sobbing at the realization that she belongs to this phantom Master, knowing she is his before even seeing his face, a part of her wanting to give to him completely, yet so unwilling to trust again, her unheard plea to be taken shouting from slave depths
the drums come to a crashing halt, his face suddenly exposed as she sees the one that has been there all along, her cry of recognition reaching his ears ... "Master!" as she throws trembling form to his feet, knowing true freedom lays in his hands, her cry of submission lifting into the still night as the drum strikes a final note, a lone girl finally complete, her freedom not ending but about to begin as she takes her place at his feet
{la kajira}
Of her Longing | Untitled | Wounded Heart |
