This post goes up a little late this week due to a trip I was taking this weekend, and a change in plan of story to post. In honor of a friend of mine who has a submission in this odd contest, I felt the inspiration to write something reflective of her art and the art that her art reflects. It is my sincerest wish that everyone reading my story this week casts a vote in her favor, whomever you might be. May you enjoy her art, and may you enjoy mine!
Concentrate
The bullfighter held a cape of pink flecked with gold. Her eyes gleamed as diamonds as the full moon reflected her sight to where the beast lowered its hoof before coming to a stop, staring at her as though with intention. It lowered its head and pushed its hind legs hard against the Earth, it fore-legs leaping forward from the momentum given. She did not flinch as it forced all it had toward where she stood still.
Her diamonds stared the moon into its lowered forehead; it did not look up to the cape that so enraged and confused whatever occupied its skull. Two seconds before reaching her, she stepped to the left, bowing the fullness of her body toward the creature she side-stepped as with her other foot she completed the single step out of the way, and with her right hand brought a dagger of coral straight into its throat. She swung around as its body pushed her arm out of its way; she caught hold of its tail with all her grasp as she completed her turn. As she took a knife of onyx from her belt she found herself slide across the dirt five feet or so before severing her handle from the back-side of the beast.
She claimed her cape from where it had fallen and incited the madness of her adversary’s being to boil to insanity as it turned toward her to exact vengeance. Still she stood as it rampaged toward her, she removed her sword of Ivory from her side and plunged it, without flinching, into the animal’s eye as the point of it’s horn lowered but an inch before her own. As it raised it’s head in anguish and half its vision’s defeat she grabbed hold of where the dagger of coral hung in its neck and pulled it against its turning head with all her might; as it kicked against the air and choked on its blood she shoved the onyx blade between its horns; it lifted her a little off the ground as he helped her find the blade’s way into his brain. Her feet a foot off the ground, she let the handle go; rolling out of the way of its hooves as she hit the dust below.
Through the night she watched the bull dance; watched its life dance from its body in the places causing it’s will to bend to the feel of the gaps in its being alone. After three hours of bucking and baying, it collapsed its weight upon its legs as it wailed in its own way. Hating to see the creature in pain, she walked forward, holding what she had been for several hours. Handle of emerald, blade lined with sapphire, the image of an eye engraved into the steel that held its blade, she brought the axe down hard on the back of the demons neck, severing it’s brain from its spine.
She prepared a fire for the rest of the night ahead, expecting to see the sun rise as her breakfast was about prepared before finally finding the time to rest herself fully after this mighty dance. Before her breakfast there would be hide to separate from meat; bones, brain and fat to sacrifice to the creator of her life and life’s sustenance; meat to spit and season. She looked forward to the single candle some of its fat would make. She was grateful for the meal and slumber she was about to earn.
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