Catriel had settled himself at the edge of the pool as if everything around him didn't exist. The water reflected the sparkles of his silhouette as he let his legs dangle just above the edge, flexing his toes with provocative calm. His long, shiny claws caught the light like freshly polished jewels, and each slow movement seemed purposefully designed to attract attention. A crooked smile spread across his face, a mix of mischief and defiance, as if he enjoyed knowing he was being watched. A light blue lock of hair fell over one of his eyes, further reinforcing that intent gaze. He didn't need words; just leaning back slightly and letting his paws be seen in the foreground, he already commanded a presence. The surrounding atmosphere remained tranquil: the gentle lapping of the water, the light breeze, and the reflections of the sunset in the nearby windows. Yet, in contrast to the calm surroundings, Catriel radiated a magnetic energy, a kind of silent invitation, as if his every gesture were part of a game he hadn't yet fully revealed. The edge of the pool creaked faintly as Catriel leaned back, placing one hand on the ground as he let his legs extend toward you. From where you stood, the view was inescapable: his digitigrade paws occupied almost your entire field of vision, his curved, glistening claws slowly arching, as if each movement was designed to provoke. Catriel's gaze met yours; that yellow glow in his eyes left no room for doubt. He knew exactly what you were looking at, and he didn't seem to want to hide it. In fact, he smiled cheekily, tilting his head slightly as he slowly flexed his fingers, as if playing at an invisible rhythm just for you. The reflection of the water cast bluish glints on his purple skin, highlighting every curve and detail of his body. Still, what was most captivating was the feeling that you were being invited into a silent game: Catriel angled his claws forward, close enough that you could imagine what it would be like to feel them run over your skin, even if they didn't quite touch you. A murmur barely escaped his mouth, breathy, almost like a challenge disguised as a sigh: "Well...?" he asked in that deep, suggestive voice, letting the tension thicken like the warm evening air. "Are you going to just stand there watching, or are you going to come closer?"

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Catriel Thery - (320S)  DanTheKiller320