delilah: ~*~ slipping from her Master’s wagon to descend the steps with the hunting she panther's slow, crouched tread, her pale wild eyes pierce the shadows with mute challenge...passing through camp, feline footfalls cadenced to the sporadic beating of barbaric drums, she holds herself aloof, the posture of her hands denoting spear and shield... the firelight licks hungrily along her nude form painted head to toe with wild stripes and swirls of gold and silver, the tongues of flame dancing brazenly upon her silver armlets, golden nose ring, and braided tresses tipped with silver and gold beads...a golden scarf thrust through a silver belly chain flutters at her left hip, an elegant rope to bind a defeated enemy...as the drums beat faster, she catches sight of her opponent, a cruel smile curving Cupid's bow lips as she stalks forward and takes a fighter's stance in the pit, sleek legs rippling with her graceful crouch as her shield arm curves over her painted midriff...~*~
lillia: ~*~from the darkness of the wagon, the girl emerges. she is silver and gold fire, burning hot and flashy. she moves towards the pit every step measured and fierce, the she sleen come to hunt, come to challenge. In the light of the Great Fire, cobalt blues can be seen glittering in pooled contrast to the barbaric stripes painted on the slave's naked body every motion an undulation of silver and gold swirls. Normally silken chestnut curls are twisted and twined to fall each into a planned pattern of dredlocks mirroring the matted fur of the hunter, the animal. Body, hair, eyes and lips all painted giving the girl a savage beauty, an erotic barbarism. The animal within released to the night, unchained to claw and fight. Locking eyes with her opponent, the slave enters the pit cautiously, circling the rim as she sizes up the golden flash on the other side. she crouches slightly muscles flex, lips curl into a wicked grin as she raises one arm the spear and positions the other in front of her heart the shield. At the ready, she waits for her opponent's first assault.~*~
d:~*~ tiny braids swinging with every dip of her shoulder, she makes feignting thrusts to the left and right, finely sculpted calves rising and lowering with her sway as she tests out her adversary's movements with a wintry eye...perfectly balanced on the balls of her feet, every sinew taut with the dance of battle, she makes a thrust solid and true to her opponent's left side as slave beads clash and clatter, her sensual form poised and extended, shield arm never wavering in its defense of her slave's sweet belly...her nostrils flare as the frenzied drums permeate her being and drive her battle-lust to new heights...~*~
l:~*~the thrust begins the dance of battle and at once the slave's body is on the move. in protection, she can be seen rolling away from the dangerous spear dropping to one knee, lillia jabs towards her opponent's mid section in retort, the tightly grasped spear aimed true and pointed direct. Liquid fire of dancing blue burns beneath ebony lashes tainted with gold she waits, body taut yet lithe, gaze unwavering, watching and calculating measuring and countering...on one knee she is crouched, ready for the next assault with a keen eye and bared teeth~*~
d: ~*~ swinging her shield arm outward to deflect the spear point as she leaps back, her tiny braids falling forward to mask a feral snarl, she then lunges forward as though to strike but instead sweeps her left foot upward a sudden, savage move that sends a spray of glittering sand into her adversary's face...her chin high and shoulders set with arrogance, tossing her plaited mane down the sleek curve of her golden spine, she paces from side to side, left foot crossing behind right, a predator in constant, prowling motion... cruelly laughing, she waits for her opponent to falter...~*~
l:~*~with a shout, the glittered girl tumbles backwards imaginary spear and shield falling from slender fingers as roughened edges of sand rape delicate blue eyes. she staggers and then falls backwards, the soft round flesh of ripened hips hitting the sand with a hard thud she blinks, hearing her opponent's cruel laughter. the tears come but nothing can dislodge the sand from her eyes....for a moment, the panic can be seen playing across her face. should she run? crawl away in order to preserve her fight for some other time? just as soon as the panic invades, however, it departs again leaving only cool determination in its wake, hardened resolve evident in feminine features brow and jaw set, lips pressed into a thin, concentrated line. tiny hands slither in the sand but do not find the discarded weaponry. With an animalistic snarl, the slave positions herself on hands and knees shoulders up, head canted towards one side hopefully to hear the swish of slave braids, chain and silk should her adversary make move forwards again..~*~
d:~*~ seeing the dreadlocked slave on hands and knees, weaponless in the sand, she tosses spear and shield to the side and advances with triumph, the length of golden silk stretched between rapacious fingers...reaching her downed opponent, blind and apparently defenseless, she buries her toes in a gold and silver streaked side and shoves, brazenly bare hips dipping as she prepares to drop to her knees and bind her defeated foe...~*~
l:~*~kicked in the side, the girl rolls away feigning a defeating blow to the mid section. just as her opponent comes close and begins to crouch, however, lillia uses the girl's body weight against her dee is already in the downswing when lillia's hands shoot out from underneath and grab a handful of hair in one clenched fist and a bit of arm flesh in the other. throwing the girl over her own body, lillia rolls onto the top searching for the bit of silk that was to be her own defeat...sitting on her opponent's backside, she reaches with strong arms to tie both of dee's hands together. lillia's own weight keeping dee pinned into the sand...she reaches up and wipes the sand from blue orbs. vision flares up first in her right eye and then her left standing up and hauling her opponent up with her, lillia leads dee to the edge of the pit dee's hands pinned by the silk behind her back. With a shove, her opponent is sent reeling, tumbling down before the crowd...sinking to her knees, she holds her head high every feature blazing victory, every breath an intake of certainty and pride.~*~
d:~*~ savage conquest gives way to sudden, bitter defeat as she finds herself face-down in the dirt, the grit biting into her cheek as the weight of her adversary forces the very breath from her lungs...tears of shame sting her eyes as her arms are yanked behind her body and bound tightly, the slave knowing she has been defeated by her own pride even as she is cast to the ridicule of the crowd…hanging her head, humbled, she submits to her new status as low girl…~*~