Dance of the sugarplum fairies

Larka

POSTED: Sat Jan 05, 2019 8:33 pm

Rozenn
Word Count → 682 :: Out of Character text

Though the sun was yet a far off daydream, Roz was awake. She sat on the cold, hard ground with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and her silvery purple eyes pointed skyward. It was so much harder to sleep alone when you'd grown used to a warm body at your side. Noel and Roz had never been romantic, but like many of their canine brethren, they'd enjoyed sleeping in a tight den with their bodies wrapped 'round one another for warmth. All that was gone now.

Noel still hadn't returned from wherever he'd disappeared off to. Some part of Rozenn worried for his safety and another part cursed him for abandoning her. Whatever had happened to him, she'd joined the Cartel. It was different from what she'd seen when she was with Noel. Then, there had only really been men (at least that she saw). Now, counting herself, there were 3.

Tamara was a dark, serious looking girl. Very beautiful, but very distant so far. Larka… now Larka was a beautiful specimen of a woman. She was near to Rozenn's build and age, but one look from John had prevented her from asking her too many questions. She'd seemed quiet and withdrawn. The polar opposite of Roz.

The sun finally began to peer over the horizon, stretching long fingers to pinken the sky. I suppose that means it's time to get up. Not that I was ever asleep. She pulled the blanket further over her shoulders and stood to her feet. It took a few more tries than she was proud of to start up a tiny little fire to heat up the last of her jerky, but the blanket kept getting in the way. Rozenn cursed at her southern heritage and finally gave up. It was time to put on real clothes.

She folded the blanket and pulled out her meager wardrobe. What to wear today? Well, for starters, she knew she needed her leg warmers. They were simple pieces of ivory fur that she wrapped tight around her calves with her brightest blue ribbons. The dye was uneven, to the point of being white in some places, but she liked the effect. Then, she pulled on the dark red wool skirt up to beneath her breasts where she tied it in place. It still trailed the ground, but it would do. The wool was heavier than she liked, but it worked well for the weather. Finally, she completed her ensemble with a white hid vest lined in white rabbit fur. A prized possession and one of the rare gifts from her mother that she'd chosen to keep. Her arms, adorned with a number of ribbons and bangles and bracelets, were left bare to the elements.

Feeling burdened by all the materials, Roz stretched her arms to the sky and then down to the earth, letting her hips tilt backwards to ease the exercise. One by one, she pulled her tight muscles into flexibility and warmed them to a pleasant temperature. By the time she was done, the sun was visible in the sky and the other Cartel members seemed to begin their own morning routines.

Aware that she would be seen, but not caring, Rozenn began to twist and turn, letting her red skirt twirl out around her and then spin back tight against her legs. It had a calming effect, but calm was the last thing she needed right now. She was a storm of emotions that needed release. Without warning, her arms flew into the air and her legs spun her in a quick spin. She became a flurry of movement with legs hidden beneath the heavy ripples of wine dark wool, their true directions kept a secret until the rest of the body followed suit. Her dance took her to the outskirts of camp, her breath a cloud of fog about her face, mixing with her dark, bouncing curls that caught the first few snowflakes and held them in captivity. Rozenn didn't feel the cold, only the liquid fire of the adrenaline pumping in her veins.

Gave away her soul to buy a bit of pleasure, the bitter pleasure

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POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2019 10:27 am

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It was the quiet moments which proved to be both blissful and difficult. Larka lay awake, her ears tipped to listen to John’s rhythmic snoring. The girl shared her protector’s shelter, yet chose to settle a respectful distance from the male. Her whiskers twitched as she yawned widely, and inhaled the coyote’s comforting scent. She had lost track of how long she had been with The Cartel, as her time flowed pleasantly slow now. John had kept his promise to her - Larka did not need to use the skills Rabenhur instilled in her to survive.

They still stared, of course; they were men. The waif was one of only the small number of females that made up the group. Larka was less fearful of the women she shared camp with, but she was at a loss of how to connect with them. In her experience, her sex either competed with her for clients or nurtured her in the way a mother might. There was the wolfish Tamara, polite and guarded toward the world. Earthen-pelted Briarblack who seemed to twitch with nerves or excitement, the girl had not decided yet.

Lastly there was the newest addition, Rozenn. She appeared to be of a similar age to Larka, but that was where the comparison ended. Where lavender eyes glittered in the coydog’s direction, her own gaze swiftly shot downward. Larka scrubbed at her eyes, in an attempt to motivate herself to move. In her sleepless state, it seemed pointless to attempt falling back into the desirable comfort of her furs and blankets. She rose and dressed quietly in the things John had given her.

The sun was making its ascent as Larka left her cocooned world behind. She scanned her companions for signs of work to be done, only to stop as a flash of colour caught her attention. She recognised Rozenn as she drew knew, twirling and dancing with held breath. The clothing was as much a part of the dance as her movements. It followed the contours of the silvery girl’s body as it swept in an arc, and the chiming of her decorations was music in itself.

Larka saw a kindred soul in the young coyote. This was how she liked to move when no-one was looking. She smiled shyly at the expression that was creeping like the sun light’s across Rozenn’s face. Dance was her art, her escape too. The coydog’s tail wagged lightly behind her as she clasped both hands neatly in front of her. “Good morning Rozenn. Do you enjoy dancing? You look happy.”

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POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2019 6:22 pm

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Blood pounding in her ears and stars dancing before her eyes, she swung around full circle, one leg outstretched before her. She swung herself into a loose split with her red skirt splayed out about her. Before her stood the tiny girl that John had brought to the cartel. Larka. The quiet one.

Chest heaving with the exertion of her dance, she smiled up at the orange eyed beauty. "Morning!" She pulled herself up out of the splits, dusting the skirt and shaking it loose as she went. She ran her fingers through her dark curls to pull them out of her eyes. "I do. I really do. I've dreamed of it since I was a little girl and when I finally got to shift, I've been living the dream."

Rozenn's life, for whatever reason, had been full of hurdles and trials where the world did everything in its path to prevent her from living her life of dancing and artistry. Splaying her fingers across her hips, she took a wide stance across from Larka, oozing self confidence and open charisma. "How about you Larka? Do you enjoy dancing as well?"

Roz's violet gaze traveled from the top of the coydog's red-haired crown to the bottom of her feet. "You've got the body for it," she observed. For once, her gaze wasn't lustful, merely curious.

The two girls standing across from one another were flip sides of the same coin. Roughly the same size and build, one was silvery and cool. Her body spoke of charm and magnetism and brilliant self-esteem. The other was warm and orange, but reserved and withdrawn in comparison to her momentary companion.

Gave away her soul to buy a bit of pleasure, the bitter pleasure

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POSTED: Fri Jan 11, 2019 2:53 pm

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Larka thought she understand how Rozenn felt. The exhilaration of creating one’s own movements and giving form to the emotions buried within in. This world was her private sanctuary when she couldn’t understand what was happening. Or when she did not want to comprehend it. When the girl danced for others, her limbs felt like lead that she had to fight against. Once she realised the thrill of dancing for herself was greater than performing for the pleasure of another, she knew she had to perfect her act.

Her ears perked at Rozenn’s greeting, and she pushed her thoughts aside. Larka watched as the female drew herself up from an uncomfortable seeming position on the ground and wondered how she managed it. With both legs akimbo beneath her, how did she not hurt herself? The waif tilted her head to one side as she listened to Rozenn’s story. “I am happy for you.” The edges of her muzzle drew upwards painfully; smiling with genuine intent was more difficult than the ghostly smiles she had practised.

“How do you do that movement with your legs?” Larka gestured with her hands, unwilling to test her own flexibility in the face of her superior. She watched the way the other girl moved with ease. Rozenn appeared to be comfortable with herself, unflinching from the attention she was likely to draw. The coydog nodded tentatively before answering. “Oh yes. I have danced for most of my life, but only recently have I found my own way.”

She shifted from one foot to the other beneath Rozenn’s violet stare. The other remarked that she had the body of a dancer and an echo of a such a memory resurfaced from the depths. For a heartbeat Larka froze as the recollection played out, eyes glazed out of focus as phantom hands snaked over her. A hollow reply left her lips, “I t-thank you.” Her training reminded her to compliment the client in turn as she added, “As do you. You attract much attention, I imagine.”

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POSTED: Sat Jan 19, 2019 7:30 pm

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Roz struggled not to wince at Larka's awkward smile. She couldn't quite tell if the other girl was jealous or in pain or if that was just how the poor thing smiled. Either way, Rozenn hoped to one day see a happier, less forced-seeming one from her. She didn't realize that this was a real one and that all the others she would grow used to seeing pointed at others were the fakes.

"Hmm?" She tilted her head, curls bouncing about her face. "You mean just now? You just split your legs as far apart as you can. It's easier if you do them this way," she placed her legs in the same position as before, though she didn't go down near as far. "If one's in front and one's in the back you kinda just lower yourself into it." Then she sat down on the ground and spread her legs as far apart as they could go before rolling over so that her groin rather than her rear was the one nearest to the ground. There was a rather sizeable space left over that was hidden by her skirts yet still noticeable. "I can't quite get it as far this way."

Again she pulled out of it, this time standing to her feet and rocking back and forth on her heels to watch her skirt swish. "It takes quite a bit of practice to get that far from what I've seen. Even Noel can't go as far as I can, and he's the one who taught me my stretches!" It had always been a competition for her. She'd been so proud when she'd finally bested her companion, though he hadn't really seemed to care.

Roz beamed at Larka's observation. "Of course I do. I do it on purpose you know." She whispered the last line and emphatically winked at the end. She loved to have all eyes on her. It built up the fire in her chest that burned so fiercely when she danced. "Noel hated it, but it was how we pulled off our biggest heists. I would distract and then he would take whatever needed to be taken. Worked most every time too."

"You know," she hummed to herself before finishing the statement. "You attract some attention yourself. But you don't mean to do you?" The waifish woman's warm coloring and fair face would do her no good if she meant to remain hidden.

Gave away her soul to buy a bit of pleasure, the bitter pleasure

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