Moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the bed, illuminating Yokarion as he lay stretched across silk sheets the color of storm clouds. His fur – a luxurious cascade of deep violet shimmered with every slow breath he took, so thick and plush it seemed to swallow the light. Against that royal purple, his snow-white belly and chest glowed like fresh cream, a velvety contrast that drew the eye.
He rested on his side, one arm draped lazily over a pillow, his long neck arched just enough to highlight the elegant slope from jaw to collarbone. His tail, tipped with a plume of fluff as pale as his chest, curled idly against the mattress. But it was his eyes – glacial blue, bright as arctic ice – that held you. They gleamed with intelligence and a touch of mischief, half-lidded yet intensely focused.
A slow, knowing smile touched his muzzle. “Well?” his pose seemed to whisper. “Are you just going to stand there?”
The air smelled of petrichor and something sweet – like crushed berries – and the only sound was the soft hush of his fur brushing silk as he shifted, inviting you closer without a word.
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He is cute, and that's a very charming pose. The little hearts are a nice detail, too. I really like the text because it is so detailed and highly descriptive, highlighting the little bits in such a scene that you easily miss or that a drawing can't convey that well, like the sound of his fur on the silk :3