Like poisoned silk a viciously seductive voice curls out and caresses your ears, tenderly running its verbal tongue along the tips of the lobes and into your mind where the charismatic vocalizations entwine your thoughts like a steel trap, demanding your attention.

Such vivid verbalizations envision your mind to it's wildest fancies and fantasies, such vistas of colorization and plateaus of thought, one might begin to wonder if there isn't something wrong with how perfect the voice sounds.

It purrs, whispers, begs to be heard, leading one to look to the being who could make such a tender noise of affection.

The fur that covered his skin was a brilliant white, soft, and cared for with spiraling red designs running through the fur in various places. His nails were well trimmed and his body clean so much that he was almost cosmopolitan. His stature and demeanor seemed to practically emblazen dominance upon the observer's eyes. This was not a male to be trifled with.

Despite his looks, he seemed to be almost constantly smiling, his honeyed words and kind nature exhuming an aura of pleasantry. Even when his face wasn't smiling, the rest of his body surely was. Sculpted and muscular, tall and alluring, he smelled enriched with an irresistable soft scent of incense, an aromatic ambience of delight that drew one's senses in and snared them there, a vicious trap of delightful evanesence that drew in feminine noses, and snared them with the richly scented musk of male.

His fangs were pearly white; his eyes were exquisite gemstones of vibrant amber, pools of molten gold with a dangerous undercurrent, threatening to sweep one off their feet and drag them forever in like the current of a vortex.

This man was obviously a kitsune, showing the facial structure of the fox tricksters as well as a soft fluffy fox tail hanging out at the base of his spine; those with true sight would see six, split and flowing long and luxurious...