vina (UK)
dancing off the cuff
a look of pure serenity painted upon the canvas of her face as she pads into the dancing pit.... tapered fingers lift to trace the line of the golden kolar around her throat, adorned with diamonds and emeralds in a dainty floral patterns.... a sweet sigh sung from crimson lips as her fingers trail over the engraving...marking her His property..... a delirious shiver trickling down her spine..knowing that /we’ll be together always and forever....because she knows she can never love another as she does Him.....
bright sapphire gaze mists over as she basks in the radiated warmth of her love....and the reflected glow of the fire blazing in the centre of the pit....drifting to stand before it, tendrils of light flicker against ivory flesh as she spreads willowy arms wide and calls in a crystal clear voice for A/all to hear... HAI TOR! HAI SAMOS!...tossing her head amid a flurry of wild curls, she laughs with giddy delight as the music begins..the wailing of reed flutes ,mingled with the light patter of hand drums....eagerly she sways to the melody that mirrors the joyous song of her heart.....sinewy arms snake above her head, weaving seductively, guided by the liftin pitch of the flutes.....
carefree and euphoric she prances around the fire, laughing as she taunts the flames with her body, daring to dart ever nearer..... feeling sparks lick her flesh in a searing caress.... criging she takes a tentative step back...on cue the music dies off and a hooded figure enters the pit, unseen behind her.... cryng out in shock as she pads into Him.....struggling as His powerful arms grip her with an iron hold, He takes one hand and “click” her kolar is gone! a primal scream full of anguish escapes her as she crumples to the sands....the blazing bonfire suddenly extinguished....
alone....bare-throated...shivering in the sudden shadows that mirror those of her heart....an anguished sob spills from rose petal lips as her fingrs rake angrily through thw sands...Master! Master! No...don’t leave meeee!!! wailing pitiously as she hears the Man’s footsteps leave the pit..... she shivers...bringing her arms up to hug her heaivng chest, wracked with sobs.....her body like ice, inside and out.....an overwhelming emptiness consuming her, threatening to suck her from this world....to suck the very life from her...
suddenly, through the darkness her misty azure eyes catch a spark of light...the faintest glimmer ...drawing herself to her knees she squints through the inky blackness... palms dig into the sands as she leans upon all fours...straining to see....slowly, almos as if in a dream a figure emerges from the mists.... regal and tall, robust and proud...standing before her at the edge of the pit....an Ubar.....radiating from His very core a gentle warmth....soon He is joined by a second figure, swathed in robes...her own glow light and gentle, so inviting....a sweet Ubara... her warmth and light a beacon to A/all in their darkest hour....slowly, softly..barely to be heard, the music starts again....
rising to unsteady feet, her lithe form stretching....willowy arms uncurl, extending to the figures at the pit’s edge....whispering...please...help me...i’m alone..... langudidly her sinewy arms slice through the air..beckoning the figures to come to her....help her....slowly the figures approach....the music lifts, high tempo, soaring melody....then BANG! a loud drumbeat, and suddenly there is light....almost blinding her in this, her hour of greatest darkness...
the kajira, standing tall...proud...reaching humbly to the Ubar and Ubara...a blazing inferno at her back as the hand drums pound to the thundering of her heart....and she feels it again....the familiar cofort of steel around her neck...light, lose and cool, a steel kolar of Turia... tears of joy well in her eyes...spilliing onto downy cheeks.....a slavegirl complete...kolared, her fires bright.....whispering....i’m Home...
her face aglow with warmth...her slave’s heat swelling to bursting with love...her laughter a sweet melody to mingle with the flutes as she prances around the pit, leaping high, sunny curls whipping her face as she soars....twirling, prancing, arms lift to the moons in silent thanks....feeling as though she’s floating upon a cloud...in a dream...fingers curl beneath hte kolar....tracing the cherished engraving, marking her as Property of Turia....
list of dances
jamila's The Dance of a Warrior
vina dance 2
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