Monster's Ball :Shadow In Time by Priscilla Poole Rainwater
Authors: Priscilla Poole Rainwater
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were wearing costumes just as elaborate as her escort's.
“Quite a sight, is it not?” Dalek's deep voice rumbled.
Nodding absentmindedly, Rena studied two heavily muscled men who looked to be at least seven feet tall. Both were dressed in leather loin cloths with gold buckles on the sides, and ancient looking leather combat boots that went up to their knees. But the most amazing thing about both men was their headdress, which looked amazing like real-life minotaurs. “Wow! They must have shelled out big bucks to pay for a makeup artist that good.” she mumbled. “Too bad cameras aren't allowed, I would love to take pictures of them.”
“Well, Rena, you look scrumptious!” a vaguely familiar voice called.
Turning, she saw Thoth making his way towards them. Dressed in a flowing white robe, his long white hair was unbound, spread around his shoulders and down his back, making his handsome face appear much younger.
“You'll make Aphrodite green with envy.” he smiled as he stopped and stood in front of her. Taking both her hands in his, he brought them up to his lips, brushing the back of her knuckles lightly. “Welcome to Whitman Plantation, may your evening be an exciting one. But I must insist you save at least one slow dance for me. I suspect every fellow here will be vying for your attention, and a chance to hold your luscious body close to them.”
Giggling and giving him a smile that (unbeknownst to her) made her look more radiant than ever, she replied, “You, Mr. Thoth, are a hopeless romantic as well as a flirt.”
Smiling back at her, Thoth couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he knew her, or, at the very least, she reminded him of someone else, someone he couldn't quite put his finger on. Catching a whiff of a vaguely familiar scent, a strange look suddenly came over his face. Studying her thoughtfully for a moment, he spoke in a voice that sounded distant. “My dear, what's that enchanting scent?”
“A concoction my neighbor whipped up, said it's a lotion her mother and her mother's mother taught her how to make. She promised to teach me how to make it, so it can be passed down.”
Thoth's eyes widened, and for a brief moment it seemed as if he would ask another question. Instead, he seemed to pull himself together, then offered his arm and said, “Please allow me to introduce you to some of the guests.”
As Thoth introduced Rena to a beautiful African woman (who he said was an enchantress) named Ajuogo, the woman's husband, an Asian man who was named Yoichi (and who was supposed to be a sorcerer) smiled and bowed politely. They were dressed in identical white robes, with golden rune symbols adorning the sleeves. Finishing the introduction, Thoth explained that both had helped with the planning of the Ball.
Bowing politely herself, Rena thought the couple looked perfect together. Ajuogo's ebony skin seemed to glow with a life of its own, and her oval features were delicately sculpted. Her black hair was twisted in locks that fell down her back, and her husband's blue-black hair fell all the way to his waist. It was evident from the looks the couple exchanged, and the subtle manner in which they touched one another, that they were very much in love. As they made small talk, a sudden voice rang out, “You freak, YOU BIT ME! What the HELL is wrong with you?”
Turning as one, all four focused immediately on a short, but voluptuous black woman nearby, who was glaring up at a handsome, auburn haired man. To Rena, it seemed the man was looking at her as if she was his next meal. Seeming to not care that the man literally towered over her, the woman held her neck with one hand, and pointed an accusing finger with the other. “Stay back! If you've given me some disease, I'll hunt you down and go straight-up ghetto on your ass WHITE BOY!” she barked indignantly. “Talking all that smack about women wanting your fucking mark. I don't know what
“Quite a sight, is it not?” Dalek's deep voice rumbled.
Nodding absentmindedly, Rena studied two heavily muscled men who looked to be at least seven feet tall. Both were dressed in leather loin cloths with gold buckles on the sides, and ancient looking leather combat boots that went up to their knees. But the most amazing thing about both men was their headdress, which looked amazing like real-life minotaurs. “Wow! They must have shelled out big bucks to pay for a makeup artist that good.” she mumbled. “Too bad cameras aren't allowed, I would love to take pictures of them.”
“Well, Rena, you look scrumptious!” a vaguely familiar voice called.
Turning, she saw Thoth making his way towards them. Dressed in a flowing white robe, his long white hair was unbound, spread around his shoulders and down his back, making his handsome face appear much younger.
“You'll make Aphrodite green with envy.” he smiled as he stopped and stood in front of her. Taking both her hands in his, he brought them up to his lips, brushing the back of her knuckles lightly. “Welcome to Whitman Plantation, may your evening be an exciting one. But I must insist you save at least one slow dance for me. I suspect every fellow here will be vying for your attention, and a chance to hold your luscious body close to them.”
Giggling and giving him a smile that (unbeknownst to her) made her look more radiant than ever, she replied, “You, Mr. Thoth, are a hopeless romantic as well as a flirt.”
Smiling back at her, Thoth couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he knew her, or, at the very least, she reminded him of someone else, someone he couldn't quite put his finger on. Catching a whiff of a vaguely familiar scent, a strange look suddenly came over his face. Studying her thoughtfully for a moment, he spoke in a voice that sounded distant. “My dear, what's that enchanting scent?”
“A concoction my neighbor whipped up, said it's a lotion her mother and her mother's mother taught her how to make. She promised to teach me how to make it, so it can be passed down.”
Thoth's eyes widened, and for a brief moment it seemed as if he would ask another question. Instead, he seemed to pull himself together, then offered his arm and said, “Please allow me to introduce you to some of the guests.”
As Thoth introduced Rena to a beautiful African woman (who he said was an enchantress) named Ajuogo, the woman's husband, an Asian man who was named Yoichi (and who was supposed to be a sorcerer) smiled and bowed politely. They were dressed in identical white robes, with golden rune symbols adorning the sleeves. Finishing the introduction, Thoth explained that both had helped with the planning of the Ball.
Bowing politely herself, Rena thought the couple looked perfect together. Ajuogo's ebony skin seemed to glow with a life of its own, and her oval features were delicately sculpted. Her black hair was twisted in locks that fell down her back, and her husband's blue-black hair fell all the way to his waist. It was evident from the looks the couple exchanged, and the subtle manner in which they touched one another, that they were very much in love. As they made small talk, a sudden voice rang out, “You freak, YOU BIT ME! What the HELL is wrong with you?”
Turning as one, all four focused immediately on a short, but voluptuous black woman nearby, who was glaring up at a handsome, auburn haired man. To Rena, it seemed the man was looking at her as if she was his next meal. Seeming to not care that the man literally towered over her, the woman held her neck with one hand, and pointed an accusing finger with the other. “Stay back! If you've given me some disease, I'll hunt you down and go straight-up ghetto on your ass WHITE BOY!” she barked indignantly. “Talking all that smack about women wanting your fucking mark. I don't know what
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