Part 13 – The Hunter’s Prey – By E.P. Marcellin
The snake wood Dendera had hunted out was carefully arranged on a low alter, which sat on a raised dais, where the incumbents would preside. The sun beat down on the restless throng, a merciless burning disc that had sweat trickling down the backs of peasants and dignitaries alike. The ceremonial tunic clung to Dendera’s damp skin in a manner most indecent, but she paid it no mind. Her ebon hair was intricately piled on top of her head, leaving her neck free to feel the sweet caress of the shy breeze, which teased goose bumps from her moist skin.
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Pen Dragon 
August 9, 2011 at 4:50 pm
I want to be able to write like that when I grow up. 🙂
August 9, 2011 at 7:00 pm
But you are already a talented and accomplished man, my friend! Thank you nonetheless for this kind comment! I truly appreciate your readership 😉