This is a dance about a slave awaiting her Owner to arrive, and lets an
"" OVERACTIVE "" imagination get the best of her...
/me moves slowly, hearing a song whisper within the mind's eye as she passes
time, humming softly with it. Fingertips slowly caress over tan flesh as
she peeks over a creamy shoulder as if to say, "Come hither!" to her Owner as if
He was there with nothing but the most impure delights wafting through the
sparkle of impish gaze. Practicing moves for what may later come...
/me feels the WHOOSH of a Tarn's wing and drops to a knee, reaches out in
disbelief as a silent SCREAMMMMM wrecks pure horror from her as she looks up at
the sky full of Tarnsman's astride their aerial steeds, nets in hand!
Jumps up and thrashes the air, chasing away the death birds as if they were really there!
/me fights them off! Jumping about as if she lifts right out of the
sands like a mere rabbit snatched in the talons of a the huge bird of prey, back
arched and arms and limbs limp in lift off! Escapes the clutches only to
stumble upon the sands and jumps again!! Dodging the claws of the mighty
/me leaps with victory! Throwing a winner's punch and jumps for joy as
she survives the fly by! Cusses them for all they are worth!, "You
can't have this girl you filthy BEASTS!!!" half meaning the Tarns and half
the Men upon them! "HOOTS!!!" Dances a victory dance as if she just won a
tavern brawl! Crazed steps of pure exuberance and high spirits spin as she bucks
and kicks like a wild kaillaaa "ai aaiiiiiiiieeee!!!" ... Darts
away, evading a phantom net tossed down to the ground by her!
/me kicks and eludes as limber back bends and she scolds at the imaginary
Men! Drops to the sands and rolls upon their fallen net, giving a two shot
salute of a kicked foot tossing the web confines of the tormenting raiders high
in the sky! Rises up with a haughty display as if to say, 'You can't touch
this!' A sass in a toss of raving ringlets and flick of saucy hips, she
mimics words on silent lips, 'You can't have this!!'
"That's right, she said it!" insolent beast moves with a mocking tone,
tossing tresses arrogantly as she struts about like a blue ribbon beast at the
Sardar. Anger flares in each step, huffs of distressed breath escapes the
slavegirl. Breaks out claws as she scratches trails of red hatred lashing
over tender flank, turning to show it off as if to dare to come tangle with this
she-beast!, she'll rip You to shreds if You try it again!! "Harrumphs!
with a toss of raven head...
/me steps to the side, arms arching like a bow, the body of a beast a weapon
of movement, wars fought over such delicacies as a prized piece of
flesh. Trails a warm palm down between ample mounds, over the tone
belly of a slave pet, caressing the slave beast as she cups a hand over sleek
meat. Thrusts breasts outward and arches with a superior shimmy tossing
hands as if to say 'Be gone!'...
/me "Damn straight" she leers beneath riled breath, a BRAZEN whisper spoken
so low so that no One might hear... Sings softly with the melody that
plays within her head, ♫ "Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace. Like
thoughts inside a dream. Heed the path that led me to that place."♪♫
A distant tarn screams as they seek other pray, playing out the after-the-fact
bravery of a delusional daydream, she gives a little strut upon the white softness.
/me Twirls about with gleeful delight, blurting out!, "Master would soar down
in a whirlwind and take her back to His Shangri-La beneath the summer
moon!" Toes trace a circle within the white softness as raven haired slave
swirls within the dusty sands. Little plumes of white dust dance around
bare foot as she triumphantly spins within the dance pit.
/me Celebrates! Leaps within the air and jumps and spins, body a
festivity of feminity as she jovially juts through the sands, a PROUD kajira, to
be HIS. Owned by a STRONG Master, a wonderful Warrior! Blurts out to
phantom raiders in empty skies, "He'll burn Your city down!" she laughs with
terrible, wicked laughter as she leaps through the air all doughty and defiant!
/me elated to be owned by Master, His slave, His property! No one from
far or wide can take her from Him! she preens within the white sandy
softness, aloof and elegant moves of pure pristine and exceptional control, she
prances like a prized bitch from the cream of the crop of slave houses!
Balances on a single foot, she arches to the epitome of poised grace...
and... and... sees... Master?!?
/me spins around and turns white as a ghost sees as she sees His stone cold
gaze... "Master?" she whispers shocked! ~ Insolence
witnessed she cringes. Game over... she knows, she's toast...
Without even being told, she slips fingertips beneath raven ringlets brushing
them aside and lowers as whimpers already start to whisper. Melts in agony
to the floor and clutches her belly, back bared for the unforgiving whip of
Master's leather dominance...
His caught kajira... she whispers, "tersa begs mercy, Master."