Character Sketch 7/1/09

Fire. Liquid, incandescent. He never stops moving, flowing dancing singing. He doesn’t know his right from his left, spinning this way and that, his hair flying and reflecting in the lights. Lean and toned, beautiful. Almond eyes glinting cat-greedy as he looks at the women around him. A captive performer. He wants to touch. He wants to taste. They tease him, thighs and breasts on their couches, jewels glinting in their hair and at their throats. Touching, tasting each other. He pulls at his chains, tinkling as golden as his skin. They laugh, and whip him again. He dances. Maybe someday he will dance well enough that their great-granddaughters will touch him… Or maybe he will dance for eternity longing for one touch of human skin on his own.