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Concession by Phoenixe

Concession

Phoenixe

22 March 2013 at 18:15:37 MDT

Being a kitten, Phoenixe was always awfully fond of playing games.

The lean cat-boy stood with slothful confidence, a hand on one of his child-bearing hips, the tone of his muscle apparent even past the veil of his dusk-like fur. His coat was soft, and matte, like velvet, his tail swaying behind him with the intoxicating flavor of a decadent cream-filled pastry.

And those amber eyes, like a whirl of caramel in a vat of chocolate, drew their gaze in an intense fixation on any viable subject. One would think he wasn't a hunter, with how slow and light his movements were.

It seemed as if every movement was imbued with the grace of a raincloud, drifting in a clear blue sky. Forever black, forever heavy despite its lightness, forever ready to roar with the strength of the wind-gods and clash claws-like-lightning against fresh flesh.

His soft, supple fingertips grazed gently against his collar, the bell's jingles light on the wind, stilled to catch a glance.

Phoenixe wants to play.

Ink kitten © Phoenixe

Arts © Black-kalak

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