The Summer Solstice Celebration (Patreon)

Yai'ko of the Painted Dog Tribe in Iskawa. New OC as promised to the people in discord :3c

Context for the image below.

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      As the summer Sun sets on the desert horizon, the beautiful bands of color in the sky reflect the festivities of the tribe below. Laughter, chatter and general commotion speak to the excitement of the residents. Every year on this longest day, the celebrations are to begin with a night of food, music, and more. As the torches along the paths of the village are lit from outermost toward the center, a large pile of imported wood is readied for the bonfire. Once the final torches are set, the Chieftess gives a nod and the first ritual begins. The newest adult members of the tribe then simultaneously light the pyre as a symbol of their dedication to the Sun and their home. In a bright flash of orange, the Chieftess tosses in a ceramic vase of powder which creates a beautiful glow of color. A wave of cheers come from the crowd and the music begins. Drums, strings, and woodwinds play joyous and rhythmic tunes as the crowd makes way for the next ritual to begin, the Dance of the Sun. With space cleared, the first dancer makes his way forward. His mottled fur coat is crisscrossed in lines of a brilliant ochre dye. Ornate and intricate, the red coloring draws attention to all the subtle aspects of his thin and fit form. In stunning contrast to the bright warm lines of dye, he’s adorned with various gold accents and piercings. Beyond that, however, his only covering is a thin veil of fabric affixed at his waist that hides little from view. The accessories glint and glow in the firelight with each of his steps as he begins his performance. Adeptly flowing from each position to the next, his dance moves enrapture the audience - passion and emotion seeming to radiate from his very soul. As you watch from the crowd, you catch a glance from the canine as his fiery orange eyes seem to glow in the night. You can’t help but blush as the smirk on his face seems to grow for just a moment, before his gaze falls elsewhere. As the music changes to a slower tune, his performance follows without so much as a missed beat. His moves grow softer and more sultry, reflecting the prayers of fertility for the coming season. You can’t help but focus on the soft curves of his form, from his arching back, down to his rear, and around to the soft round shapes resting between his legs. You can feel the desire growing, and your hope of being chosen rises further. As the music comes to an end, cheers erupt from the crowd, and he holds a final pose. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes move up his form once more… only to meet his own, and you know your hopes are about to be met.