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Burnt orange cascaded over pale skin, casting it in a fake glow as it glistened with perspiration. Left hand was pushed forward, palm facing front as finger tips pointed to the shimmering sky overhead. Rich, thick golden rays changing the usual beautiful blue into something you would imagine fairytales to be made from. As left arm was fully stretched out, the right was drawn upwards, stopping only when the hand was raised above head, then dropped until elbow was level with shoulder. It was then swept round until forearm was diagonal from face, then being allowed to drop in order for palm to face upwards.
Tip of tongue was resting delicately against lower lip. Warm, soft breath being released to wash over it. A single, slow blink was given as gaze lingered straight ahead. Then with a quickness that lightening would be jealous of, palm facing front and palm facing upwards were both brought together only to stop six inches from touching as they were turned. Arms twisting as hands flowed over one another, not once touching as though an invisible energy was being held and then let loose to drift like the breeze.
Grains of sand began to stir, each little piece seemingly floating upwards in such a way you would think of them being lulled upwards by a snake charmer. In the heat of the sunset, bit by bit, each grain came to fall onto the next, building from the ground up. It was a truly miraculous thing to watch, as if someone was pouring the sand into a mould, creating the shape of a woman. When fully formed, like a manikin, its arms went into the air, feet moving as created body began to dance slowly to a melody that was both silent and tranquil all at once. That much was certain from the laid back, almost lazy casual way it moved.
Purple flashes echoed over the golden brilliance of the sky, the air rippling around the two figures until it started a series of miniature twisters. Circling them in their own private dance floor that was the Nevada Desert. Though instead of causing a sort of sandstorm, the small twisters acted as corkscrews, drawing moisture out of the ground and spraying it like sprinklers around the dry parched land. Speckles splashing against the warm sweating skin of the figure and being absorbed like a sponge by the other. Head was thrown back, rich bubbling laughter spilling over parted lips like the droplets of water over body.
Arms were thrown out, and then the woman started to spin. Slowly to start with, but as the falling sunlight sparkled against the water creating rainbows the size of tear drops, she sped up. The sky was tinged red now, and as the last of the rain drops fell, they shifted and began to float upwards. Little transparent wings forming and as they caught the breeze of the twisters, they became multi-coloured butterflies of pastel brilliance. Delicate grace as they hovered and dipped, joining in, in the dance taking place.
A few weeks away could do so much and so little all at once. It depended on what exactly you planned to accomplish, if anything. For her, it was enhancing her skills, becoming more powerful and clearing her head of everything that had cluttered it since arriving in Las Vegas. It hadn’t crossed her mind to tell anyone that she would be gone for a while. Hadn’t stopped to consider that perhaps someone would notice her absence, but then again, as it were, she grew up with the knowledge that no-one would. This was her, and as always, she done as she pleased. No cell phone with her. Nothing except the clothes on her back and the shoes on her feet. Sometimes you had to have nothing just so you could do anything. She herself was living proof of that, and touching base with it now and then kept her grounded.
So as dusk finally arrived, the stars above beginning to sparkle in wonderment, she stopped moving and stood perfectly still. Watching what she had accomplished, feeling it in and around her, tasting the freshness of it. A deep breath being taken in through nose and let out slowly through mouth as eyes flashed. Toned muscles, although unmoving, still buzzed with energy beneath pale skin.
With a slow blink, the breath in her lungs being released slowly through nostrils, she turned on her heals. Ripped, torn, dirty sand stained sleeveless shirt clung to her and rippled with the muscles of her back as she moved. Sweating skin sparkled in the rich thick warm colours of the sky. The figure in sand followed, coming up behind the woman, and bit by bit starting with its feet started to fall back to the ground until it eventually and fully formed the woman’s shadow once more.
Booted feet scuffed the dusty grained earth below her feet, causing little tendrils of dust to wind and snake up her ankles until her legs carried her forward and through them. Dispersing them into the air once more. Green eyes flashed in the dying light as she strode back out to where the desolate road was. It was haunting and comforting all at once. The loneliest road in America. It sure had a few tales to tell, that was for sure. If only sand could talk. Well, she could always make it do so, but the thought was fleeting and wouldn’t be entertained at the moment.
Her frame, although as thin as it was, was now more muscular. Toned, supple and fit her masculine build absolutely perfectly. Stronger now not only in mind and spirit but also body. Enduring blistering heat and cold nights with only snakes and so on for food did a girl good. At one with nature in the most primal of ways. She was, and always would be, a survivor. Now, she portrayed it so very well physically.
With a smirk to herself and the self assurance that no matter if she basically volunteered to become a guardian, a best friend even if the Slayer didn’t know it yet, and the best damn Witch the world had yet to see. She would always land on her feet. Or at least, that was how she felt at that particular moment as she made her way back to the City of Sin and her hotel room.
For the first time in a long while…
Purity felt alive.
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