written by cyn
dances like light rippling on a gleaming surface, foam dancing on rushing waves as the creation begins upon the sands before those that watch to the strum of musician's fingers that dance across the czehar, the creation of a perfect being with eyes like swirling pools of deep blue, the element of Water lending its touch to make her inviting and tempting, welcoming the hungered gazes of the men that watch and wait for her completion, watching the movements of creamy flesh upon glistening grains of sand, the ebb and flow of stretching limbs and cascading hair embrace and let go with a rhythm as old as time
flexes left knee upon the sand, head falling back as the girl's movements mirror her soul, liquid in grace and beauty, taking eagerly that element which Water brings ... life blood to all living things, the source to the soul, the healer of wounded flesh and battered hearts, the graceful motions of the dancer generous and daunting as the element that breathes its life into the undulating flesh upon the sands, the slow melodic beat giving and taking freely as Water slowly gives way to the next element that breathes life into the slave flesh that moves in delicious display before them
shifts to the sudden change in the music, a more headier sensual tone as the strum of the kalika joins in, welcoming the second Triplicate as it begins to weave its element into the creation of slave flesh breathing and flowing upon the sands, movements like liquid grace as she stretches and moves like yielding ground beneath the sun, whirling with the rhythm of the seasons in thanks for the sheltering gift which the element of Earth brings to her creation ... home of her spirit, the barbarian slave girl created, formed by the whims of her magnanimous host, her dance a tribute to its spirit and its power to ignite the burn within, yearning to please, to serve ... her life force growing with each beat of the drums
moans erupted as dedication is spilled into the slender limbs and lascivious curves spilled upon the churning grains of sand, the hint of a jealous and possessive streak added for the amusement of the One that would tame her, the formation of straight white teeth, strong bones and tender tissue all coming together in a wanton display of creamy flesh that lay spilled upon the dancing sands, contours formed with perfection as Earth smiles upon its mark on the slave girl that eagerly moves into the hands of her next creator
lifted suddenly by the invisible to dainty feet, light airy chords ringing out the approach of Air, invoking the stretch of creamy flesh before hungered eyes that eagerly rape the creation of perfection, slender arms ascending, weaving one in front of the other, oblivious to her surroundings as liquid movements are propelled forth by the inspiration of the third Triplicate, that of Air ... the soft touch of a summer breeze billowing out the silken tresses of hair kissed upon glistening flesh, delicate hands moving in graceful and precise motions as the element of Air breathes its creation into her form; seemingly, momentarily without limits as the girl is unfettered in the pit surrounded by the strength of dozens of strong men that would eagerly accept the Triplicates' gift
feels possibilities flow infinitely as Air dances around the girl in swirling movements, spinning in never resting circles as it provides the breath of inspiration into the bond-maid's being ... her energetic and flirty spirit, a resourceful slave with an inquisitive mind but logical reasoning, the power of possibilities eagerly given by the third element to the stretching kajira, dancing in a faster rhythm before pairs of dark eyes watching her every movement, Air's innovative touch slowly releasing the creation of perfection into the hands of Fire
