Closed Warrior & Dancer

[Savacea Jovellana]

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26th, Summer 515 AV

Savacea awoke when the sun was rising, it was not normal for her to be awake at this hour, but she had promised Strid she would practice today. The Symenestra grumbled as she rolled herself out of bed, unsuccessfully landing on her feet but her bottom, rubbing her eyes with a big yawn as the sun began to creep up in the sky. The Symenestra brought herself up out of the floor, yawning as she padded to her meager belongings, though they seemed to be growing with the mementos from her and Loda's adventures as of late.

The thought of Loda brought a big smile to her face. They had went into Black Marsh a few days ago, it was a treacherous journey, but they made it through and back together. She laughed softly as she remembered the man carrying her and she falling asleep against his warm skin, cuddling close and holding on to him, being greedy even in her sleep. The most heart warming thing how ever was how the day after Loda and here had met in the hallway. They had both woken up and went to check on each other, Savacea chuckled at the memory. Loda seemed to care about her, he came to check on her after all, and she of course went to check on him as well. Savacea had not seem him in a few days, she missed him she realized. It was a aching need inside her to see him, but she shoved that feeling aside since she had things to do, and she was sure that Loda himself was too busy to want to see her, perhaps even afraid it would lead him into another treacherous adventure.

Savacea looked at her clothes, she did not have much to choose from, typically she wore her silks, tights, and armor. Though she had recently bought a dress but had yet to wear it. It was a dark garnet red and made of silk, the length of it was shorter then what people seemed to be used to around her but she wore it for comfort, to stay cool in the summer heat, and to be able to move around easily. Sometimes she thought if she could she would just walk around in her undergarments, although that would probably bring attention she did not want nor need. The Symenestra pulled the dress on, delighting in the feel of the silk against her skin, the dress fell down stopping at four inches above her knees. The Symenestra stretched her arms above her head, brushing her hair, nodding at her appearance and left the Dormitories to head to the beach.

It was not that far of a walk, or at least she told herself that as she was becoming more accustomed to the area and her surroundings day by day. She walked along the rocky beach until she found a secluded area that was more sandy then the rest of the beach. Glancing around she pulled off her silk pack, sitting it on a rock away from the water, then she pulled her silk dress off, folding it and placing it on top of her pack. After that she walked to the edge of the sand, the place right before the water made it wet so she could feel the salty water splash on her heated, exposed skin. She was pale, but not as pale as the other's in her race. She figured perhaps this was due to always being in the sun, although she did not really tan she just stayed a pale color.

Savacea sat on the sand, it was soft and pliable, as she brought both her feet towards her, placing her head on the sand to stretch out her legs and back. She stayed there for a few seconds, before placing her left leg out and keeping her right leg in, leaning over with her hand she grabbed her toes as she laid her head down towards the left leg. She switched legs and did the same to the other. Then she did the splits with her legs at each side, stretching her arms out to her toes. Once she was done stretching she felt more limber and flexible, she then stood up to practice the scissor kick.

Savacea ran a bit, leaping into the air, spreading her legs out and landing in the ocean with a laugh as the water seemed to reach out and wrap her in a watery hug. She quite liked the ocean, although she had never been in deep enough to swim in it, she always stayed in the shallows. Savacea walked out of the water, ran again, stretching her legs out wide and successfully landing more graceful in the water. She stood in the water for a moment to catch her breath, her lithe body glistening in the sun. She may look frail to most people, she was indeed a very small woman, but she was toned from all the acrobatics and dancing she practiced. Savacea would stand in the edge of the ocean in the shallows for a few moments, before resuming to practice more acrobatics, oblivious to her surroundings as her concentration stayed on her goal of successfully completing her moves.

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[Loda]

LODA
Denizen of Black Rock
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Loda slept upon a bed made of poles, as per request by him to the Benshira manager, whom he still hadn’t learned his name. The man was a bit too friendly for his tastes and he avoided speaking to him as much as possible. The cushioned bed though was one such instance where he had to talk to the man. He felt strange in the bed and how he sunk into it. Fortunately, due to so many Myrians on the island, the manager actually had some pole beds. Now Loda slept soundly and only missed the morning smells and sounds of the jungle. As soon as the first light came over the horizon, the large man woke up.

He rolled to his side, swung his legs off the edge of the bed and then pushed himself up so that he sat on the edge of his bed. There he sat for a chime rubbing his eyes. A twinge in his muscles told him he needed to stretch and so he did so. Raising his hand high in the air he arched his back until his ribs were fully stretched. He then leaned to either side, gaining his balance whilst sitting down. Once that was done he let out a big yawn and stood up. Scratching his backside and adjusting himself in front, he went to find something to wear today. He knew he had to go hunting again and would likely be thrashing through bushes and rocky crags again so he took his loincloth and tied it about himself with a pouch at his side.

Now that he was dressed, the man moved over and brushed his hair, getting out any tangles that had decided to form while he slept. His hair played over the small wounds that had all but completely healed over the last couple days. Once he was done the man cleaned his teeth and drank a bit of water to stay hydrated throughout the day. With that he was ready and foresaking his sandals, he snagged his spear and went out to find some beasts to hunt. His mind was not working quite yet and the light of the outer rooms was a bit bright for him. The candlelight in the dormitories was not like that of the sun that used to meet his face in mornings so he hated it. With closing and locking his door, the man headed toward the lobby.

Upon reaching there he too was even reminded of seeing Savacea that morning. She seemed to have been doing better and he found it strange that they would have come upon each other, yet here he paused a moment to see if the same event would happen again. Yamin and Kullin both were out and were talking to each other about the daily goals. Yamin stopped speaking and looked to Loda standing there.

“Could I help you with something Loda?”

His eyes met the bright eyed Benshiran and he blinked while shaking his head no. His eyes went to Kullin and considered on the man a moment. He seemed like he wanted to belong here, but part of him seemed also to have one foot out the door. Loda wasn’t such, he was ready to leave as soon as he got his chance.

The men had seemed busy before he came out so Loda just said “I’m off hunting. I’ll be back later.” His tone was perhaps a bit too blunt but it was early. He mentally shrugged at it and then headed toward the doorway, not seeing Savacea after all. Part of him longed to see her come out of the hallway there, but he dismissed that as soon as it popped in his head. Over the last couple of days he had a chance to really think on the woman. He obviously had some strange feelings for her but wanted them to end. Yet at the same time part of him wanted them to continue. Perhaps it was conquest or battle, but he had to consider her in this matter, not just his wants and desires. She was proving to be a good companion, someone who entertained him and brought a bit of company into his life on this lifeless place. He had yet to bother to talk to a ghost, which most of the population here consisted of, but he honored them; at least the ones that weren’t annoying.

As Loda walked outside, he could feel the breeze whipping about the doorway and sneered at the coolness of it. He missed his warm summer jungle mornings; stifling and humid, like a warm wet blanket. Monsoons hit the Island many times in the summer days since he had been there, and it looked like today may shape up into one that hit them with rain, however as he made it to the beach, the sun had nearly risen completely and the man began to hunt. He would first start looking for droppings in some small bushes to see if something lived close by. Not many bushes had something fresh, but once he found one, the man began to hunt.

He located the small beast’s tracks, it looked like a large rat of some kind, though he wasn’t entirely sure. Moving silently he walked a ways off the main road and into the more secluded of areas. It was here he lost sight of its tracks. The leaves from a palm tree had fallen and covered the area, causing him to go in search for the trail. He at the same time would stop and scan the area to make sure that the beast wasn’t somewhere visible.

Upon finding the tracks once more, he was far closer to the Symenestra, though he didn’t know it at this point. It was a fairly large island and the chances of them meeting was slim like this, but each day with them seemed to bring something different to the table since they had met each other. Right now it seemed both struggled between their own will and a burning desire to push past themselves. Suddenly as Loda stepped, he failed at sneaking and crunched on a palm’s rim, making a sliding sound in the dirt. It was then that a small capybara took off in the direction of Savacea’s beach.

“Dangit..” he said as he took off after the large rodent. Even being small, the capybara came up to his shins. It was like a crossbreed between a rat and a small pig; brown and furry all over, yet with pigs feet. A hand raised his spear in deadly swift aim, blessed by his mark of Myri for speed, and then thrust forward with great spiraling speed. It was almost as if slow motion came upon the spinning spear as it flew, trying to head off the speeding rat-pig. The two points drew closer together until the spear looked like it was going to skewer the capy, but a sudden burst of speed from it made the spear glance off its hind, only cutting it slightly. His spear embedded itself in the sand within Savacea’s sight.

The Capybara began squealing and howling in pain as it ran down the beach toward Savacea until it saw her and then zipped to run away from her. Loda came running up to grab his spear, in full sight of the wonders of creation. Suddenly the thought of the capybara drifted away and he tightened his chest as he ripped his spear from the sand, not averting his eyes from the woman. Perhaps it was shock mixed with validation. He had wanted to see her and now he could, yet at the same time through his head he wondered what the heck she was doing here on a secluded beach so early in the morning. From what he had known of her, she was a late riser, so the man was greatly stunned.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

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Standing now Savacea swung her body towards the ground, her hands connecting with the smooth and soft sand, using her hands and arms to hold her body weight in a hand stand she stretched her legs up to the air, pointing her toes to the sky. Slowly she walked on her hands in a circle, balancing herself as she wobbled a bit doing so. Symenestra had advantages when it came to acrobatics, due to their lithe bodies and light white, it made it easier for them as well as being aware of their body due to the climbing they always due. Still though, Savacea wobbled as she tried adjusting her body weight, she made a complete circle and fell out of the handstand. She gave a short breathless laugh as she landed on her knees in the sand, the ocean spray hitting her body cooling off the morning sun's heat from her skin.

She brought herself out of the sand, walking backwards a little ways. She inhaled then exhaled a deep breath, shaking her arms and legs, feeling the muscles in her body, becoming aware of how limber and loose her limbs felt. Then she ran a short ways to give herself the momentum she needed, crossing her arms around her torso and swinging forward as he legs stretched out in the sky. It was like a cartwheel, but it did not involve the hands. She did not land as graceful as she wanted to do though, as she stumbled and fell in the ocean depths once again. It wrapping her small body in a watery hug, soaking her body and hair in the delightful salty water. She stood up gasping a bit, looking herself over, she was going to have a bruised knee from that fall, even though the sand cushioned her fall she hit her knee a little harder then she particularly expected to.

She shook it off, running her hands through her long hair that stretched to her waist. Bringing it up and letting the soft breeze off the ocean cool her moistened skin. She was a bit lost in the feel of the crashing waves on her skin, that the sound of something connecting with the sand made her jump slightly. She opened her eyes and saw a spear sticking out of the sand. She blinked a few times, a small frown appearing on her face as she wondered where the hell the spear came from. Then some ugly little beast came into sight and zipped away making a painful howl, making her raise her eyebrows at the sight in wonder. Then Loda came into sight and she gasped in shock at the sudden sight of the man, his body standing in all it's glory, glistening with tiny beads of sweat in the sun. She was taken by surprise, as she wanted to see the man but never expected to have the honor of seeing him this day. She stood there speechless, gazing at him with her mouth slightly parted as the ocean waves crashed against her body.

Then she realized she was only wearing her under garments and a light blush spread across her cheeks. She was not sure whether to sink down in the waters, to hide from his vision or to just embrace it, he was used to seeing women naked in his home anyway. She brought her long and now wet hair to one side, stepping from the ocean she walked closer to Loda until she was standing before him, "Were you trying to spear me Loda?" She asked in a low voice, mirth playing in her eyes at the joke as she gazed at the man intently, taking in his body then meeting his eyes with a wink. She was being playful with the man, as she looked at him waiting for his answer. She knew he was after some little weird looking beast that had ran off howling, but she was unsure of what else to say as she was shocked to be standing in front of him so scantily clad. Although he was used to such things, she herself was not, so the blush in her cheeks held there as she stood before the warrior.

No Hand Cartwheel :

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[Loda]

LODA
Denizen of Black Rock
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Loda’s eyes darted from the shoreline where her dress was to where she sat in the ocean. The sun beat upon his back, illuminating him, but around her secluded area of beach there was a fog barrier. It was light and he could see her through it and her, him, but it was almost as if it was a forbidden zone. Ignoring the warning of the island he now had his spear ripped from the sand and into his hand and he stepped into the clearing of fog. Really she had found the perfect place to practice her acrobatics it seemed, a nice quiet place away from people, various ghosts, and even nature itself it seemed. The sand was soft instead of rocky like on some places on the island and as he looked out into the ocean, the rocks that jut out from the water seemed to even create a milder inlet for her to play in the water. The waves that rocked upon her thin beautiful body were much milder than the ones out at sea on an otherwise windy day, yet you wouldn’t know it in this place, for even the wind seemed not to blow much here.

She didn’t say anything for a moment and he could almost swear she had embarrassment upon her face, but she flipped her hair to one side and walked closer. Feeling a bit more comfortable now that her embarrassment was passed he leaned on his spear comfortably as she came up standing before him. He could see she was trying to be brave, perhaps temptingly joking, and even mirthful. Were she Myrian he would have taken her on the sand right there, but something in him held back and told him to play along.

“I was...I missed.” He smirked playfully as he observed her, obviously checking out her body, cataloging it, but then once done his gaze met hers. He seemed confused a moment and then curiously asked “Not that I’m not very happy to have caught you, nearly nude on a beach on a random hunt, but...what are you doing out here? Swimming?” His tracking mind could see the footprints in the sand over by where she was jumping about. “Were you jumping around wildly?”

He moved past her as she stood before him to go look closer at her dress and the various tracks and how they led down to the ocean. Indeed it did look as though she was running and jumping wildly into the ocean. As he looked back to her, something caught his eye, and in the distance he could see the blood trail of the capybara that had seemed to evade him, but ignored it for now. “I was wanting to check on you later in the day, but...it’s so early…” the poor man seemed to be right confused and a bit befuddled more so than sexually attracted to her hardly clothed form.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

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Loda joked back with her about her comment, making her laugh softly and shaking her head, "You miss? Doubtful." She gave him a playful look, smiling as he observed her. His eyes roamed over her body making her cheeks heat again, he looked to be confused and she wondered what was so confusing about her body. She looked like any other female, besides of course she was pale and had faint grey veins in some areas. Then he spoke, saying that he was happy to catch her nearly nude but was curious as to what she was doing, asking if she was jumping around wildly, or perhaps if she was swimming.

Savacea gave a low giggle, "I knew you wanted to see me naked." she continued the giggle, then shook her head. "I was practicing.. I dance some. What I was doing was acrobatics." She explained with a tilt of her head, "Have you never seen performers? Never seen someone dance on silk that hangs from the ceiling?" It was possible he had never seen such. Kalinor held arts and knowledge in high esteem, they were famous for the Aerial Dancing, her mother was one of those famous dancers.


Loda moved past her looking closer at her belongings, then back towards the ocean. She raised a brow at him, wondering what he was doing, then he looked back to her saying he was wanting to check on her later, that it was so early, he trailed off looking confused and she tilted her head to the side again, "Uhm..well..if you are busy, don't let me hold you up." She walked up to Loda giving him a devious grin then wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against him to hug him, then stepped back at his wet body and laughed, "But now you are all wet, hah." Savacea laughed playfully, looking up into his eyes.

She was flirting with him a little it was true, she could not resist doing so he made it come out naturally. She fixed her hair to one side again as it had moved, winking at him before strolling off back to the water. She needed to practice a few more things, and Loda seemed to be distracted though she was not sure why.

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[Loda]

LODA
Denizen of Black Rock
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The large man missed, he missed far too often. His shoulder was a bit of a nuisance to him and he couldn’t stand the fact he missed, especially easy targets like the Capybara, however he found her comment to be funny. He rolled his eyes playfully back and then when she taunted him further, thoughts that betrayed him forced themselves in his mind. He did want to see her, all of her, and her joking about it caused the man struggle internally. He definitely did not confuse her body to be unlike any other female, that was for sure. His issue was between her race, and his Goddess-Queen.

Savacea giggled bringing delight to his clouded thoughts of struggle and she illuminated that she was practicing. He knew of acrobatics, sure, but dancing on silk from ceilings? No. He folded his arms across his chest and said with a shake of his head, “No. Not really. I mean, we dance a lot in Myrian culture...but most of our homes are longhouses. It wouldn’t really be a good place to dance from a ceiling. You’d probably just cave it in if you tried.” He chuckled deeply.

There was a moment when he studied her tracks that she seemed almost confused as to his purpose there. He looked up as if from a haze, forgetting the tracks and their confusing pattern at her approach. The man turned to face her and took in her form again while listening to what she had to say. He could see she was dripping wet and didn’t particularly want to be wet at the moment, but soon Savacea jumped at him and gave him a playful hug and intended to see him all wet. “Ahh!” he said in surprise as the woman clung to him. He made a painful squinted look of disgust toward the sky at the wetness that was now on him and he laughed. She slid from him and observed his entire front that was now dripping wet as well.

The man looked to himself at the water that beaded down his chest and how his loincloth’s leather was darkened from the liquid. He looked up to her with a tucked playful chin and squinted his eyes to her in a glare as she foxily walked away with a walk, a flip of the hair and entered back into her evil ocean to get all the more wet, no doubt to douse him further. The question that plagued him was to follow. She was clearly flirting with him and almost downright tempting him. He tried to put it out of mind but he couldn’t.

On one hand he really found Savacea tempting, as he would any woman, but her personality from what little he knew made her all the more attractive. Her physical qualities, the similarity between her race and his clan were very easy to let him transfer right into caring about her, but there was too much. Loda threw his spear into the ground, not in frustration, well, maybe a little, but more so he didn’t have to have it in his hands. He then strode down to the water’s edge as it rolled up the soft sand to wash over his feet. As it pulled back from whence it came his feet sank a little in the sand as was normal.

With arms crossed across his chest and a smile on his face he said, “I was tracking your movements in the sand, wondering why you were out so early. You said you usually sleep in until later." He smirked and added, "But now I'm thinking it's a good sign. Not only to see you, but you should show me some of these acrobatics while I have you up with Syna's early rays. I’ve always been impressed with those who had the ability to do such things and often wished I could do them myself. Or at least figure out what I've been failing to understand of acrobatics” He could recall the man who would jump the gorge to set up a bridge for them or her bounding so easily in the bog from one step to another while he struggled. He just never really bothered learning to jump much. He was more of a ‘set your spear’ kind of guy and let them jump into it. It couldn’t hurt though.


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[Savacea Jovellana]

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She was splashing in the ocean, enjoying the cooling it made upon her heated skin. Besides she had to look away from Loda, he was too tempting with the water rolling down his body. She had to distance herself once again before she did something foolish. He was too attractive for his own good and she was not sure that he even realized just how attractive he was. Away from the physical attraction she had for him, he had a personality she had not seen in many. So strong and fierce, then so soft and caring, it was driving her mad and she had to push the feelings aside before she fell into the depths of emotions she was not yet ready to explore.

Savacea peered over her shoulder to see that Loda did not leave, but was standing that at the edge of the water. A devious glint played in her eyes, a small smirk came to her lips as he crossed his arms across his chest with a smile on his face explaining that he was tracking her movements, wondering how it was she was up so early, and that he wanted to learn acrobatics. She devious glint in her red eyes and the smirk never left her face, as she listened and just nodded, "Well.. First.." She pushed at the water with her hands, putting force behind it and splashing the warrior getting him all wet. Savacea sunk to her knees laughing at him, the laugh was loud and melodic as it came from her mouth.


After she caught her breath she told Loda, "I would love to teach you what I can, I am not the best but I know a few things. Though you are going to need to stretch your muscles or you will end up hurting herself, or you could end up cramping during a move and injuring yourself. It is very difficult and dangerous, so get to stretching!" Savacea smiled in a demanding voice, she was not sure if he knew how to stretch or not but she was about to find out. She had a thought of his strong body stretching but quickly dismissed the thought, as she gazed at Loda.

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[Loda]

LODA
Denizen of Black Rock
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Savacea dug her hands into the water, and somehow ever with her claws was able to send a scattered pile of water at Loda. Her aim was true and she scattered it across his eyes and face. He made a squinty face once more and let out a playfully aggravated sigh. The droplets fell down to his chest and he was forced to unfold his arms and clean his face of water. He glared at her down in her watery protection and considered running down there and tackling her and covering her in large wakes of water, but decided against it.

Her laughter was something he enjoyed about her, like the sound of something that had been long forgotten and was found. He had laughed much of his life so he was no stranger to its sound and was likely why his voice was so raw and deep. Now that the water had been cleaned from his face he returned his hands to his chest and folded them there in defiance. The enticing woman finally caught her breath and met the warriors glare. He gave her a playful shake of the head and was glad he hadn’t even gotten to build a fire yet and put on his paint, lest it have all been washed away.

She instructed him to stretch, and with a smirk he said, “Alright, you sit there in the water and judge how I stretch.” His tone was almost seductive or playing torward the fact that he knew she just wanted to see him stretch; but regardless, he moved a little ways up the beach to free himself from the splasher’s reach and began by bending down to his feet and hugging his calves; his hair sliding down his back to rest on the sand at his feet. When in the jungle, it was routine to stretch, and while he had not done so this morning, he had not really even begun to hunt yet. In fact if you asked him, he hadn’t even started his day yet. The stretch felt good on his hind, his legs and his back. He rose up and flung his hair that was now slightly damp behind his body, sending sand flinging into the rocks behind him, and then raised his arms up high in the sky in a stretch. His torso began to twist this way and that, displaying not only years of muscle, toned and dripping wet, but also showing his strength. He watched her reaction out of his peripheral vision as he did all of this stretching in front of her.

Eventually he lowered himself to the sand, somewhat hesitant to get sand on places he didn’t wish to, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. He brought one leg out in front of him and then tucked one underneath. He extended the leg out as far as it would go and then he bent forward, keeping the leg straight with toes up. He held onto his foot and pulled his torso toward it, then he did the other side. Loda went through many such stretches, and on more than one occasion she likely saw his hind poke out from behind the loincloth. He was not shy nor trying to hide anything. He was merely stretching like normal, but things happen. As he went through each stretch, he tried to hit each muscle; and when he was done, he hopped up, limber and loose, bounding in the sand a little. When he felt as if everything was shaken out he moved back to where he stood before next to his spear and folded his arms once more.

"What's next?" he asked, seeing if the woman had something else for him, though partially he wanted to see if she was able to speak properly. Part of him half expected her to splash him again, but he would take it to the face once more, if for no reason just to defiantly stand there in his might.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

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Loda instructed her to sit there and watch him stretch, and she knew with out being instructed to do so, her eyes would be glued on his body. She came to the shallows of the water, sitting down with her legs crossed she brought her elbows to rest against her knees, then folded her hands for her to rest her chin on as she watched the warrior do his stretches. He moved up to the beach out of her reach and it made her pout slightly, but the pout soon diminished as his muscled and toned body was displayed before her. Loda bent down to hugs his calves, his long silky hair falling before him. Savacea kept her eyes on him, not missing an inch of his movement, drinking in the sight of him as he rose up his hair flinging behind him making sand spray out. He raised his arms up in the air, twisting his torso displaying the muscles for her greedy eyes. She watched a droplet of water race down his tawny and toned chest, as it sank down to a hidden place making her blush slightly then quickly looked back up.

Loda then lowered himself to the sand and began more stretches and she leaned in closer, not that she could not see, it was just that she wanted to touch him and her body reacted on it's own accord. She even got to see naked parts of him as he would bend to grasp a foot, making her heart pound in her chest as she wondered what else was hidden underneath that loincloth of his. She bit down on her lower lip to chase the thought away, as he came to where he stood before, crossing his arms with a defiant look upon his handsome face. Her heart was racing as she chewed on her lower lip, gazing up at the muscled warrior standing above.

She was lost in thought and sight of his body she did not answer his question, her gaze traveled his body slowly as seconds passed then came back up to his eyes, "What....Oh!" Savacea blushed deeper shaking her head, "Next..yes..Uhm.." Savacea stumbled over her words a bit lost at what to say, her tone was low with attraction and breathless. She cursed her body for reacting in such a way as she stood up, forcing her eyes to stay looking into Loda's so they would not betray her any further. She cleared her throat, "Cartwheel?" She said still a bit breathless, she meant to ask him if he knew how to do one, but was unable to form a sentence at the moment. She inhaled a breath and ran a little ways before pushing her body down to the sand, her hands connecting with the soft gritty texture as she bounded over side ways landing on her feet. She was now a little further a ways from Loda, she looked at him standing there in front of the waves of the ocean, the rays of the sun hitting his skin making him glow, her breath once again was taken from her and her lip returned to her mouth as she became slightly nervous of the feelings and emotions that rose inside her at the sight of him. She gave her head a small shake, clearing her throat again, "Nice arse by the way..." She gave a soft and low laugh, smirking at him as she waggled her index finger at him to do the cartwheel next. She had to make a jest or she would of said something a little less playful and way more serious, and that could lead to Loda not being her friend any longer if she told him what she really thought of his body. She internally shoved at the feelings, dismissing them, it was time to teach Loda acrobatics, not to admire his sexy body.

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[Loda]

LODA
Denizen of Black Rock
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The man was having fun getting her all hot and bothered. He knew the feeling, as he had seen some women of his tribe dance around the fire wildly, he too had powerful feelings for them at one time. He had always focused on his military career and improving himself. For this reason the man never considered settling down and starting a family. Something about this woman incited all of that, and even if he didn’t necessarily want to be with her in that fashion due to their race differences, it definitely lit the spark in him. She could hardly breath by the time he was done and when she stood up, he observed her dripping body; the feeling of snakes squirming in him coming back.

Her request was an interesting one, a cartwheel? She knew he was wearing a loincloth and she had obviously seen him in some fashion, did she want to see everything? He would have to retie it for her sake if he was going to be flipping about like this. He watched her do her cartwheel and then right herself. It didn’t look too hard, and the sand was soft enough looking. He spoke up saying, “I haven’t done a cartwheel since I was a little boy. But it should be interesting.” With that he took hold of his tie on his loincloth and looked to her with a raised eyebrow. “I’m going to retie this cloth to be better suited for the purpose of doing acrobatics.”

He began to slowly pull the tie, wondering if she would look away. If not he was going to do it anyway. He didn’t really care as nudity was nothing to him unless designed to be sexual. As his tie was undone the bag at his side immediately fell to the ground. A small chink of coins was heard, but other than that nothing could be heard from the man except some shuffling. If she was watching him she would see him looping the cloth in a varied way from front to back so it cupped him properly. By the time he was done he had formed almost what looked like underwear, yet made of the cloth. If he was wearing his leather loincloth today he would not have been able to do this, but fortune seemed to smile on him. He had a tie that went up and bore his hind to the world, yet covered the front, much like a sumo wrestler’s loincloth. Loda said “Okay..that should do.” He bent down and pulled some cordage from the sack that fell and began to tie up his hair so it wouldn’t be pulled out when he fell on his ass.

“This is not going to be good.” He chuckled and then it was time to do it. One thing about Loda was that when he was ready to face a challenge, he didn’t hesitate. When he was a child and saw his whiptail he was supposed to hunt, he leapt off the cliff to pierce it. The same was true for now, he was read and immediate ran forward like her and planted his hands into the sand, letting the momentum carry his body over, but somewhere he got off center and landed with a skid on his butt instead of on his feet. With a slight chuckle he looked to Savacea, who was probably laughing at his demise, and then stood up to try again or to listen to any advice the woman had to give.

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