Victoriously Yours,

Spiritually Siphon

Yisrael was trodding down the trail with Yuh, his fake smile was plastered on his face as she spoke of the events going on in Wahi Tribe.

After escaping from the sinful River, he had walked in on his father, who was talking to Yuh. She had come to meet Yisrael and invited him for a walk.

She told Yuri that this was a crucial time for Yisrael when his oath was coming close to an end. She thought it would be best to get to know each other. Secretly, she wanted him away from that human girl.

Yisrael's heart beat was slow when he was with her but when he saw River, it became rampant.

The green eyed monster was strong enough to make Yuh almost maul that human and she would have done it but knowing that Yisrael would probably break their engagement, she kept those thoughts to herself.

Instead she would use the art of being the ideal lover. To show him her natural and sincerity. It would make him feel at ease with her and would transport him back to her hands like putty.

"Yisrael I have been talking for a while now. Tell me something about yourself." Her arm wounded around his, bringing her breast to gaze each time they took a step back into the village.

It was still bordering into the evening dusk. The promise of starlight where last sun rays melt into the pure black velvet.

Some children were playing around, people scattered, collecting the day's hunt into weaved baskets, women skirting around talking to their lovers.

They were all getting ready for the dance of fire. It happens once at the end of the month. Where the moon was burning high. A commemoration to their Jaguar god of the underworld.

Iborians considered this as a time of rich feasting and over indulging in pleasures. They use intricate body paints to make tribal designs all over their skin and very few wore headdress made of the bright feathers.

Usually the chief or leader's families wore the headdress. It was always orange or yellow because it represented the rays of the fire.

The huge outdoor celebrated fire was lighted in the middle of their covenant. Stood under the carpet newly silver polyester sky, the bale fire looked ferocious. Though it was kept under control, it was phantasmagorical.

Last call of the birds were ringed above as stars began to bid them farewell. The night's solemnity rousing the atmosphere.

The virtuosoes had big drums ready on the side playing tense sinister beats that created the languid and pumping steps.

Yisrael noticed how all of them glanced at him and the hand that was coiled around his.

It was intentional. Done with a purpose to show Yuh's territory.

He tried not to clench his fist at the anticipation of going back to the tent. To River.

"Yuh, why don't we save that for when we truly-"

"Kiss?" Her eyes were widened and there had been a sparkle. He looked at her carefully then.

Skeins of black curls came tumbling down her shoulder, her body was of a very voluptuous woman. He had seen her naked maybe once or twice, he couldn't remember but he didn't need to. The dress she wore was of a snake. It moulded her curves just right. It showed him everything as if she were already bare.

But it wasn't right for him.

All he wanted was to tear off tiny shorts and tanks from his little aggressive glorious woman while she struggled against him.

Yuh must have gotten the wrong message from Yisrael's furrowed concentration because her cheeks blushed pink like the Victorian's high society ladies who showed off their chemise for the first time to those young rowdy soldiers.