She stood on the jutting ledge of the mountain that protected the little tribe below from the natural vicissitudes of their primitive and simple life. Clad only in her softest and least confining thong and a woven mulehair wristband, her perfect golden skin gleaming
with a light layer of beargrease, she contemplated the man on the ground beneath her-the man who had issued a challenge in words so complicated that they confused and exhausted her, and whose obfuscated meaning she had deciphered only from the tone and the merciless frigidity emanating from his icy blue verbiage.
He wanted to conquer her, to wrap the gleaming gold curtain of her hair around his muscled forearm and gazing ruthlessly into the deep dark-blue of her eyes, sever a souvenir as a symbol of her subjugation. Her eyes, the color of a sunlit ocean, narrowed
at the thought of this travesty. She lifted her slender wrist to her delicate nostrils, taking brief comfort from the musky odor of the man and the beast she loved, and gazed regretfully at the Uzi propped in the shadows of the outcropping. No bold, weapons-blazing gummibear attack would this be, but a humiliating, silent affair, one that would teach this self-appointed, arrogant, preening Rambi-subduer that no man would ever own her nor any piece of her-body or soul. She watched, as in the dying light of the fire, the man stopped scratching and yawned, turning to the the Tribal Crone for a last farewell and blushing at the sight of her leering , slightly viscid glance at the contents of his loincloth. Adjusting self-consciously, he headed toward the outer limits of the circle where he would spread his babyseal blankets and sleep, to dream of a battle unfought, a victory unwon, and waken abruptly to gaze upwards into the depths of Rambi's unyielding gaze as she leaned over him, one hand raising a moonlit knife that glittered as if set with diamonds, while the other hand grasped jewels of another genre........
The scent of beargrease and pure woman poured over him as they locked eyes for what seemed a lifetime to the trembling warrior. Leaning closer, her long, velvetsoft hair trailing across his heaving chest, she smiled and whispered, forest- green breath caressing his face, " My necklace has no need of such small--additions." She swiftly
carved a small R near his groin, and was gone. |
