This morning our Sister Ame danced an amazing dance that highlighted the jungles, being a Huntress, and also what being a lure girl means.
On the banks of the river Ua, a crouching Taluna fishes for her tribe, partly camouflaged by the thick jungle brush. Rising to stretch as if greeting ascending Lar-Torvis, observant eyes catch the canoe gliding through the morning mist in her direction. Dropping quickly to her previous position, a resolved smile grows over plump, rosy lips, a plan formulates…
Ame (Amethyst Starostin) gazes through the heavy fronds from her tucked position, slowly appraising his worth with the practiced eye of a Merchant. Deciding the male would make a fine slave for Bila Huruma and his canal, rises up languidly as a larl awakening from sleep releasing a long ululation of warning.
Ame gives a quiet snort of derision as full lips spit out the word ‘mgeni’ and begins to move lithe frame in time with the jungle drums echoing her warning about the stranger on the river knowing all too well he will believe her an easy catch and trophy to prove his prowess in the rain forest…*her* home.
Ame feigns indifference as the canoe moves almost silently toward her, quickly scanning the ground checking for the spear previously laid beside her, glances at the man as if noticing him for the first time, rhythm of well rounded hips taking on a more enticing movement, beckoning him to join her.
Ame dips toward the ground, small hands roll in another motion of invitation, sensual mouth curves into a calculated smile of challenge, eyes the color of the sunset in the Tahari desert. narrow at his answering grin of confidence, the only indication of moiling inner thoughts.
Ame dances with seeming abandon as the drums resound in growing urgency, signaling her sisters are drawing near. Humid jungle moisture clinging to lightly tanned skin, long shiny copper colored braids swirl about long neck and shoulders flinging shimmering droplets remindful of a soft rain.
Ame’s toughened bare feet trace a series of complicated steps on the spongy jungle floor, pelvis undulating while never removing her gaze from the ‘mgeni’, delicate ears sharp to any approaching sounds, mentally becoming one with the surrounding area, muscles stretch in readiness through the dance.
Ame studies his approach, long arms and fingers weaving intricate patterns of information for the tribe now stealthily surrounding them, shoulders shimmy in time with the driving beat directing his lascivious gaze to her ample chest, reckoning the dwindling distance between them.
Ame retrieves the spear in a flurry of movement releasing a deafening howl of fury, strong legs propel her forward whirling the weapon in the dance of the dervish, months of pent emotion drive the staccato jabs and counters, oblivious to the rising bruises and blood covering athletic frame.
Ame continues the assault, nimble feet glide over the rain forest floor, strong arms wield the light weapon with ease as limber form bends and dips like the jungle fronds during the torrential rains, lungs struggle to draw deeper breaths in the damp and heavy air.
Ame releases a loud snarl in response to his premature look of victory, presses the attack with steely resolve, draws on the combined hurts and experiences of her “family of water” at the hands of men, drives the ‘mgeni’ back a few more horts into the waiting trap of armed tribe mates.
Ame lays the spear tip against the pulse in his throat as he falls back under the weight of the others, kneels beside him, smoky eyes flashing in triumph while the male is rapidly disarmed and bound, raising her voice victoriously with a shout of the inland speech…
Note to viewer:
A dance is made up of several emotes as you have seen above. This dance was done to the beat of jungle drums and Ame danced with abandon and used a spear prop when it was called for in the dance. She was dressed in native Taluna attire. It really was something to see.