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Thread: The traveler and the dancer

Deep in the Arabian desert the wind howled and swirled tiny dust devils in the newly fallen night as Dox made his way inexorably towards the town of Kodatch. He himself was far from a native of the harsh lands but had learned in a very short amount of time to appreciate it's beauty and it's deadliness. From afar he was but a man wandering the desert but as he came closer the fine hairs upon the neck would prickle when one could fully behold him. He stood easily six feet and ten inches without anything on making him a giant in comparison to the common man but more disturbing still was the fact that there was no fat to be found upon his frame. His body could have been chiseled from granite as he was densely muscled, yet not to the point of hindering his flexibility or dexterity. He was in fact a strange site to behold as his chest and back was plated with armor that twined with vines and the creatures of the jungle, leaving his muscled arms free to move without being hindered. And for a man his size and equally large weapon would be expected for one traveling alone, yet the only thing that could be considered a weapon upon his body was his body itself. His fists and a good portion of his forearms were sheathed in a heavy black metal gauntlets that seemed plain enough with a pair of black metal boots that matched. His loose pants billowed with the wind, and the cloak that he wore to ward of the cold swirled about him like a wrath as the town drew ever closer. But the strangest thing about him was the metal circlet that covered his forehead and extended down to cover his temple and jaw. And upon this he wore a metal mask that obscured his mouth and nose yet his eyes gazed out at the festival that was occurring in town with excitement. His eyes shown a predatory yellow in the moonlight as he looked forward to the festivities but reserved himself to keep from running. Soon enough he was enveloped within the city, cutting a clear path down the packed street as no one wanted to come within three feet of the giant amongst them. Many turned to point and look but Dox ignored them drifting over to where the sound of music was playing and cheering could be heard.
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The crowd cheered, which sent a wave of content knowing she was doing a very good job. The crowd of onlookers surrounded a young woman, consisting of both men and women, including children. They were viewing one of the best dancers of Kodatch, none other then Sheba herself. She was a lovely young woman, hair dark as a raven's wing, with skin the color of a doe's skin, her eyes... a rare, dark blue color. Her body was slim, taut with toned muscles from dancing. Her attire consisted of a violet colored outfit, a short sleeved top, the hem ended an inch above her belly button, revealing the jeweled piercing and belly chain that was around her stomach, she wore a billowy skirt, that reached the floor, a white scarf laced around the skirt, as well as jewels and silvery chains. Bangles and bracelets of silver, green and violet adorned the young woman's arms, her feet bare and allowing her an easy grip on the mat she danced upon. Her dance was rather exotic, her hips tilted and her chest arched and her body shifted as she followed the beat of the music. She was light on her feet, a smile on her lips as she danced the sound of the fast paced drums and the flute. Sheba continued her swift and exotic danced, which dared to captivate her crowd with her rather entrancing movements. People clapped and applauded, dancing themselves a bit even. She even smiled and held out her hand, inviting several to dance alongside with her. Some were to shy, yet there were some that agreed to dance with her under the Arabian sky.
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Dox had seen dancing before, but the way this woman moved was far from anything he had ever witnessed in his entire life. Her body moved with the fluid motion of practiced ease that his previous mistress's did when she had trained him to fight hand to hand. It was beautiful and stunning at the same time, and Dox watched with the same wonder and rapture that the crowed around her did. The sway of her hips and the jingle of her jewelry all seemed to fall into place with the movement of her body, and yet Dox found himself longing to join her and share with her the heat that seemed to build and bubble over into the night. There were other dancers, but not could even come close to the beauty she possessed but his chance to join her had come much sooner than he had expected. There had been a short respite and break in the music as the dancers relaxed and took refreshments, but soon enough they had returned and made themselves ready for another song and dance. But this time the crowd would get more than what they bargained for as Dox strode out easily from their midst and approached that stunning example of a woman. Whispers erupted immediately from the crowd, before excitement and the coming music shushed them into total silence. One misstep from this giant would shatter the foot of the barefooted woman he was choosing to dance with, but before protests could be made the note of the music started, and the first few steps were made. Dox mimicked her movements which was easy enough at the beginning of the song seeing how slowly they were but soon they quickened, and yet the cheering and applauding was not present and only the music played. Dox didn't just mimic the easy parts, as the music played and the dance became more complex, he followed every step and mirrored every movement to her with perfect timing. And still the music increased as the song progressed yet he showed no signs of a misstep or falling but even more eye opening was the reversal of his steps. Where she took a left step he took a right, and soon he closed the distance until they danced and twirled around each other, his eyes glowing yellow in the fire and moon light as his adrenaline pumped hard in his veins. It was probably one of the most difficult things he had ever attempted, and only the speed and dexterity he had learned from years of hand to hand fighting gave him the ability to mimic her without missing a beat.
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The idea of performing before a crowd pleased her. Since the age of eight, she had practiced the art of dancing for exactly twelve years. Sheba was fully capable of learning practically every move and dance possible, despite how complex and what flexibility or timing required, she likely would be able to master it. The young woman continued the complex and exotic dance known by her people, and her expression was one of content, happy to enjoy such common hobby as dancing. One by one, the people she had urged to dance with began to stop, feeling fatigue from dancing for a certain amount of time. Yet, the song eventually ended, and the dancers moved to accept the mugs of water that rested on top of the wooden tables. She took three long gulps, her parched throat rejuvenating from the water, her thirst satiated as she heard the plucking of a lute. She noted what song would be given as of now, and she couldn't help but smile at her fellow dancers as she closed her eyes, cocking her hip to the side in beat with the plucking. She brought her arms up, clearly into the music as she started off with simple steps. In all honesty, Sheba didn't expect to see such armored man choose the dance with her. She noticed the clapping stop, yet the music went on, so would she. She silently challenged the man, who managed to follow every step she performed. She twirled, and when they did so close, their backs touched before they fell into the beat of the music. Never had she encountered someone like him, and she coudn't help but relish it nevertheless. Sheba smiled brightly at him, continuing to dance with the strange man that remained concealed, all except for his golden eyes that dared to captivate the dancer.
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Dox had to admit that the dance as it slowly drew to a close had him worked into a sweat. It had been a very long time since he had challenged himself in such a way smiling at the fact that he had been in fights with multiple opponents that had barely left him panting. When the dance finally did draw to a close which surprisingly left them both bowing to each other the crowd was still dead silent until it finally burst into screaming applause. Dox had never been cheered as such before, and nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he straightened up. Still he couldn't keep his eyes of the sensuous beautiful woman who had coaxed him into the open and even tempted him to dance, so out of respect he did something that he usually avoided altogether. His right hand came up, and with a slight click the mask obscuring his face came away and he smiled geninually at her with pleasure. Though he thought nothing of his looks, he could have been considered highly attractive but at that moment he really only had eyes for the woman before him. With a deep bow he gently raised her right hand and kissed it softly before raising again and speaking. Thank you kind lady for the dance. I don't think I will enjoy another such in all my days. His voice came very deep as his eyes seemed to glow with pleasure. The breeze had picked up, and he could just make out the scent of her body and the perfume she wore from all of the other smells that clogged the air. He honestly wanted nothing more than to sweep this woman close and take her away but be as it may he might still be able to do just that. My name is Dox, but may I ask you pretty lady your name? Again he offered his hand gently to her but wondered if it was the right thing seeing as he could easily envelope her whole hand in his and the metal gauntlet he still wore.
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This certainly had been an experience like no other. This man seemed to have challenged himself to dance besides her, what other men have often attempted in the past. To many's disdain, neither succeeded in besting this lovely dancer's movements and overall presence. But this man... was certainly very different then the rest. This only fueled a spark of interest into her inner most thoughts, knowing well she had to know who he was. Even the fact the song was prepared to close, her eyes never left his, even as she twirled, they returned to his. It was only customary for a dancer to keep her eyes on whomever danced with. One may have thought, with the man's size, it was out of caution in case he stepped or knocked into her. Sheba stopped at record time as the song ended, her breathing deep and slow as she posed a bit. The crowd bursting into an applause only made her smile widen. She watched him curiously as he removed the mask, finally having a chance to see a bit of the man concealed under the mask. Part of her long to see him... all of him actually, yet she stifled such thoughts. She couldn't help but blush a bit at his courtliness. I sincerely enjoyed dancing with you as well, Sir, Sheba replied with a melodic tone. Her dark blue hues gazed at his golden ones, a bit of mystery behind his eyes it seemed... I am Sheba. Pleased to meet you, dear Dox, she replied, a content air to her voice. Seeing him offer his hand, she placed her hand into his without much hesitation. You certainly are the only man I met that has ever done something such as that... she spoke with admiration.
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Dox took her hand and affectionately placed his other over it gently, realizing that he still held his metal gauntlets over his hands before smiling happily. Believe me dear Sheba, the dance you've preformed was far more than I've ever witnessed in all of my days. And I have traveled far and wide indeed. The crowd was dispersing, and Dox noticed that the musicians who seemed much more exhausted than the actual dancers carefully fixing up their instruments before stowing them with a quite affection and heading their own ways. Though this part of the festival seemed to be over, activity still swirled around them even though a bulk of the talk around them was still of their dance, which made him much more shy than what he would have preferred. I must admit that I am new to this region, and it seems as these festivities have come to and end so might I ask your company for the rest of the festival? He was blushing as he said this, and that was quite odd for a man of his stature but he couldn't help himself. She was by far one of the most alluring woman he had ever seen or encountered in such a personal way, and she seemed the native here in this environment so what better way to see all of what the festival was worth than with a beauty such as hers to show the way? Shifting nervously within his upper body armor, he carefully removed his gauntlets and set them on a special slot at his side where they hung unhindered before returning his real hand to her side. His actual hands were large, and scared here and there which he took notice as he hadn't simply dropped his hand but instead returned it to holding hers which he found so very wonderfully soft that it made his face heat up once more. He suddenly had the flash of seeing her without much of anything on besides her piercings and that made him smile and blush all the more.
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It brought a blush to her cheeks with how this man, who even though introduced himself, was a total stranger to her. Yet, a warmth enveloped the inside of her chest, a sense of giddiness filtered through her form as her eyes remained on his. Why, thank you, dear Dox, she replied, a bright smile curving onto her lips, revealing straight pearly whites. Sheba wasn't too preoccupied with what was occurring around them, just the charming looking man that had been enticed by her exotic and sensual dancing. The man was certainly tall, with alluring golden eyes that threatened to stare into ones soul even. His question was innocent, far from a man that over all, shouldn't be trusted for being a stranger, especially alone with a lady. 'But we won't be alone,' she mentally corrected herself. They had the festival around them, so company would be present. Oh, I would certainly love to. There are many things to do other then watch people dance and perform, she informed, a content feeling lurking in her as she nodded. Sheba cleared her throat a bit, blushing as she felt his hand envelop hers once more. Let us be off then, she insisted. With that, she brought him through the village, where stands selling various trinkets of jewelry, weapons, colorful cloth, and items with said qualities of magic and luck, all for a fee. There was music, dancing, plentiful food and wine that anyone could gorge themselves with. Sheba bought a bit of wine, handing the various cups of different tasting wine to Dox to try. Sweets and hardy meals were present as well, which Sheba took to to satiate the hunger in her stomach.
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Sheba felt undeniably at ease with this man. Unlike the others she had been with before who posed as a gentleman yet later proved they weren't. She couldn't judge that though, and she presumed by tonight, he would be gone next morning, and perhaps without her ever seeing this enchanting man ever again. The idea caused a flicker of sadness in her heart, yet she refused to show it. For some reason, Sheba knew better then to do so. It pleased her to see he was quite the easy going man, he had accepted any wine or food she handed him, and ate it without the slightest hesitation really. Yet, she then noticed what had really caught his eye, the ring of combat that was crowded and littered with cheering people. Sheba watched as he advanced, and hesitated to do so. She tended to avoid them, being rather squeamish towards fighting, and she had a major dislike for pointless fighting. They didn't fight to protect, they fought for money, greed, for vanity. It generally disgusted her a bit, since she found fighting meant to defend one from danger. Yet, she hid her displeasure as she followed, remaining towards the middle of the crowd with an expression of indifference. The fight went on, her noting that Dox was certainly a skilled fighter, which explained why he only wore armor and without any form of weapons on him. She kept her gaze locked on him, silently fearing that he would, at any chance, would be injured. But instead, one by one, the man dropped, and she was silently amazed by this. That man is a brute, it should be illegal for any man that large to face off people who are much smaller then him... Oh don't be a fool, he's not using any weapons! This comments seemed to continue for quite a while, but she remained ever so silent, and merely watched.
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In the state Dox was in, his mind focused on nothing at all as his body moved with instinct built in over a million repetitions. But he noticed her, and in the blurring movement of his body and the falling grunting men around him he could literally feel her distaste. His eyes met hers for an instant as pure sadness reflected out of them. He hadn't known her dislike of fighting, and was merely trying to keep enough to sustain him in his travels as there were few chances like these to make any sort of good money. Breaking his gaze from her sadly, he seemed to explode into a series of forms that were far faster and brutally efficient until no man was left standing. He wasn't even panting as few screamed with pleasure at him winning and their earnings for betting on him while a majority of the crowd began to disperse. He hadn't seriously harmed a single one of them and collected his bag now close to overflowing with gold and secured it within his pack before walking up to her. The moment he was close enough, he bowed low at the waist with his right hand against his heart as he spoke. I am so very sorry you had to witness that dear Sheba. I did not know your distaste for fighting, as I would have waited until I left your side before doing so. It is how I earn enough to travel the world as I do, but I beg your forgiveness for such a show of brutality without any consideration of your own feelings. It grieved him to think she would see nothing more than a savage with no manners as he had quietly been growing terribly attracted to her. And should he leave, he didn't want her to remember him with distaste, but as a memory to be cherished.
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Sheba noticed his gaze on her, and her eyes then met his. She brightened her expression faintly, offering the man a smile. She wouldn't judge him, she couldn't with knowing so little about him. She refused to think of him as cruel or impolite, for he had been anything but. He had treated her with kindness and respect, and even partook with the intentions of forming a bit of a bong with her. Despite this distaste, this didn't very much change her attraction towards him. She watched with wonder and interest at how he battled out each man with speed and precision, easily knocking them off their. All the while, she was silently amazed by these tactics he enforced. Sheba continued to watch, until finally, he had won. It made her feel proud for him, nonetheless, he bested everyone with the ease and experience from the past, she presumed, without so much as breaking into a sweat. Sheba parted her lips with the intention of congratulating him until he bowed. She arched a brow in faint confusion, until he spoke. She was surprised about this quality of her he spoke of, had it been that easily read in her face? Dear Dox... you need not fret, she reassured, lightening the mood with a smile. Congratulations, though, she insisted, hoping to reassure him. She felt bad for making him know such thing as her distaste, she didn't want to bother him with it.
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Dox couldn't help but smile happily at the fact that she wasn't of the mind to leave him. It made him sigh with relief as he raised himself once more before sneaking a bit of very open affection towards her. As he leaned up, his left hand caught her cheek very softly before he leaned forward and kissed her cheek equally softly. Thank you dear lady, it relieves me incredibly that I have not insulted or driven you away with that display. He stood once more to his full height smiling very softly as his left hand left her cheek and lowered only to take her hand gently. May I ask your company then to continue with the festival? By this time a lot of the crowd had dispersed to their own separate businesses but many looked in their direction with a few coy smiles and giggles while others looked in awe. To everyone else he seemed to be courting her, and that thought crossed his mind quite a few times as he deeply wished to stay by this woman's side for as long as he physically could. Oddly enough, it wasn't just a lustful attraction though it was present he was more deeply interested in the woman herself as her dancing was a wonder to him. The softness of her voice and the easy grace of her body gave way to the sweet personality he found in her as his eyes radiated his affection. It had been a very very long time since he had felt this sort of attraction to any woman, but he wanted to keep her close to his side. The idea of asking her to join him in his travels was something that had been running circles within his mind for a very long time, and he desperately wanted to ask but knew his timing would have to be perfect if he was to even have a chance at her acceptance. The night was waning later, but within his golden eyes swirled a playfulness that looked in no way close to be being fatigued.
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Sheba couldn't help but feel her cheeks warm against his hand, which was very gentle from what it had been doing moments ago. To think that these hands that could easily inflict harm upon any that crossed his way could be so gentle with her, so loving and reassuring. 'Oh dear... what have you gotten yourself into Sheba?!' she thought, inwardly scolding her. Her expression remained serene though, her dark blue eyes searched his lovely amber ones as he pulled back from the kiss he had gifted her with. Her heart thudded against her chest, an odd feeling threatening to burst from her chest with his closeness and display of affection. Of course, Sheba had been with a couple men, most of the times she believing she was haplessly in love with them, until the cold harsh reality of their intentions of just playing with her, as if she were a toy or mere game. This only fueled her from then on, after those two men, to erect a wall of pure, solid ice around her heart, limiting very few to practically none to pass these barriers. She was intent on keeping herself protected, but she only wondered how long this would remain on. Of course you may, kind sir, she chided gently, squeezing her hand for emphasis as a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Let us be off, the night is still young, Sheba mentioned before she guided Dox through the festival. Other then the present stands, there were other games of skills present, tossing objects as far as can be, eating the most, and among other games. Her eyes couldn't help but occasionally glance towards the stranger that had been captivated by her dancing, that had asked for permission to stay with her. Sheba longed to see this face again, even if for a day.