Harlequin
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She was naked save for a a flask hanging at her side; her body was shaven. From her long, dread-locked hair hung the skulls of small animals and colourful trinkets, arranged in a complex pattern. Her face, with its high, flared cheek-bones and almond eyes was set in a fierce exultation. She stomped across the sand, her full, pert breasts bouncing and her golden skin glistening in the sun.
Daubed across her body in ochre of the deepest red were sacred symbols, their meanings long lost, perhaps never known in the first place. With a guttural howl she whirled across the scorching sand, her hair whipping against her face and body. The trinkets and skulls met, a dissonant cacophony long unheard.
The woman streaked across the sand, the sun beating down on her naked skin. Again she howled, exulting in the raw, sensual freedom. A lizard snaked across the hot desert floor and, for a moment, she felt at one with it. The moment passed and, with reckless abandon, she traversed the sands, shrieking and whooping with a furious, fervent animalism. Atop a dune she crowed, thrusting her heaving chest out toward the sun.
She gasped in pain; a small, round stone had hit the back of her head. She turned and was met by a flurry of stones. With a final, inhuman utterance she met her death.
Daubed across her body in ochre of the deepest red were sacred symbols, their meanings long lost, perhaps never known in the first place. With a guttural howl she whirled across the scorching sand, her hair whipping against her face and body. The trinkets and skulls met, a dissonant cacophony long unheard.
The woman streaked across the sand, the sun beating down on her naked skin. Again she howled, exulting in the raw, sensual freedom. A lizard snaked across the hot desert floor and, for a moment, she felt at one with it. The moment passed and, with reckless abandon, she traversed the sands, shrieking and whooping with a furious, fervent animalism. Atop a dune she crowed, thrusting her heaving chest out toward the sun.
She gasped in pain; a small, round stone had hit the back of her head. She turned and was met by a flurry of stones. With a final, inhuman utterance she met her death.