They were an army of Amazons: tall, striking and fierce. Their long hair was tied sharply behind their ears in a manner that extenuated their sharp cheek bones and bright red lips. Yellows, browns and reds all mingled together like autumn leaves on a breeze. They had been dressed in identical tailored black suit jackets with strange black leotards beneath and high, black heels on their long, lean feet. Their expressions were sphinx-like as they towered above their admirers. With an otherworldly air they followed their leader, the tallest of them all, to the end of the raised path: the catwalk.
They certainly looked feline with their eyes outlined heavily in kohl, the ends of the black war paint tailed away towards their elfin ears. The kohl seemed to distort the natural shapes of their eyes, forcing the pupils to narrow, the lids to come closer and the whites to lengthen in an animalistic way. Their mouths had been painted a poisonous-looking red and worn in a defiant, haughty style. Their whole presence echoed of chicness, of something no other women on Earth could ever achieve. Their walk was a walk of confidence with their angular hips out, shoulders back and legs straight. Music boomed like tribal drums into the ears of their admirers and the women stalked down the black, lacquered pathway past the flashes of cameras and the awed gasps of the people below them. Their leader reached the end of the walk and struck the pre-arranged pose. Like a signal in battle her soldiers stopped behind her and struck the same pose. The effect was astounding: the audience went wild and the cameras flashed blindingly out of the darkness. No emotion escaped the leader’s arresting face. This was their territory and at her feet was their pray. The leader turned on her heels leaving behind her a bewitched world staring, mesmerised, at her swiftly retreating back. The spell had been cast…
Another experimental story about a picture from weheartit.
Happy wanderings,
Nell x
