. Begin Your Journey .: Will You Dance With The Sadist?

DAEMON SADI

The waves crashed against the rocky beach, the white foam caught in the small rocks of the beach looking like snow. The air was wet with spray and smelled sharply of the salted water. The rocky beach extended back into a rather angular cove. There appeared to be no access to the beach, save from a very steep and treacherous path against the cliff face. The only other feature to the cove was a shallow cave in the rock.
He appeared as if conjured. A pale figure materialized out the seemingly shallow cave. Blue eyes, the color of the sky after a storm, watched the waves. His body began to sway in time to the crash of the waves against the beach. A breeze caught and lifted his pale milky mane, showing clearly the finely dished face. With a toss of his delicate head he left the security of the rocks and made his way to the water.
Grace. Every line of him, from delicate nostrils to powerful hindquarters, was awash with grace. His strongly muscled legs, the long lean legs of a dancer, stepped high and showy. There was no one to see him, but that mattered little. He danced for himself alone and for the grace of life. Serpintines and caprioles. Side steps and finos. Grace given form.

will you dance with the sadist?