| raine dances... |
...strolls with meandering steps, confident on the path across expanse of golden shimmer, pit raked clean and smooth as toes trail in wide arcs left then right, serpent squiggle in the sand to match sensual writhe of hips while arms rise high toward glorious day and mind travels to walks through meadows of veminium and hillsides of talender, mane shines fiery neath Tor-tu-Gor's brilliance... ...cries out as arms pull inward to cross and cover naked breasts, steps falter as body twists and turns, mane fanned out with momentum of desperate search for unknown until imminent flight quivers along tensed frame, same ihn sees the break for safety and entrapment as net drapes over to crush hope and steps fail to make good an escape, knees land hard in smoothed sands... ...looks from the blink of crystals beneath to peer upward through heavy rope, head shakes in denial at the sight of first hunter, from Rim advances to stand aside captured prey... cry torn from full lips to catch glimpse of a second, from Vask pursues to find game trapped and full of fight anew... ...surges Klim though efforts wane as sight of third hunter enlightens futility, from Klim comes forward to continue a circle closed by final vision, fourth hunter blocks path Ta-Sardar-Var, each covered in the pelts of larl, each carries heavy stave with wicked intent, poke and prod, laughter and inquisition until head swims with sensation and heady acceptance... captured!... ...pulses motion to the beat of pounding staves, leans in wide circle away from each as one after the other thuds new rhythm on smooth floor to frame the pit then cringes as hunters, in unison, jump and cry victory, then circle in slow ceremony, undulations fluid as waves on Thassa... ...crouches, mesmorized with chants and dance of hunters, Klim calls out in mimic.. song of the marsh gant adds melody to harsh beat of staves, each hunter thursts thick ends to the rope in enticement of quick scream, fear and wonder turns to the grunt and snort of old tarsk, Vask ducks to all fours then leaps high toward Rim in a pass of command... ...swells in deep sigh as staccato taps of powerful tarsk merge into gentle bounds of the tabuk, hunters jump and land with precision over and about huddled form that stares out entranced... rhythm halts as Rim motions to most skilled of all, Ta-Sardar-Var, breathless desire sprung anew in knelt body as wild wide eyes look outward, filled with anticipation... ...whimpers at the vision ahead, hunter impervious to miserable plight as prey is revealed, dancers shed larl furs with great cry... each, no hunter at all, transforms to unbridled slave girl undulating as if caught, wrists fly together as ropes pull tight, one after another topple to the sands to writhe and wiggle as ankles close... ...joins in limber display of wanton harmony, delicious array of slave flesh taunts until second net casts over all, captured slaves, the tastiest meat for men. |
| Dance of the Netted Slave Girl Danced June 2, 2007 in City of Thentis |
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