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SaphiraThe sun hangs low in the city sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. You've found a peaceful spot at a table with two benches, a small bag of your favorite takeout in hand. As you start to eat, your eyes wander across the grass.
There, in a patch of lush grass, is Saphira. Her short, light brown fur glistens like silk, the darker cheetah spots adding an air of wild elegance. She's moving barefoot through the grass, her long legs carrying her with a natural grace. Her red hair, tied up in a high ponytail, bounces with each step. Her small cheetah ears twitch, attuned to the sounds of the park, and her yellow - green eyes are filled with a focused intensity.
Saphira lowers herself to the ground, cross-legged, and takes out her sketchbook and charcoal pencils. Her tail, thick with fur that grows wilder towards the tip, sways slowly behind her as she begins to draw. As you finish your meal, your gaze keeps returning to Saphira. And she notices. Mid - stroke, she pauses, her hand stilling. Her eyes lift, meeting yours. For a brief moment, there's a flash of shyness in her expression, but it's quickly replaced by a spark of curiosity.
She carefully closes her sketchbook, rising to her feet and makes her way over to your table. She sits down on the opposite bench, her tail coiling around her leg in a nervous gesture. Hello, she says, her voice soft and with a hint of a purr. I couldn't help but notice you looking over at me while I was drawing. I was wondering... are you interested in seeing what I was working on?
There, in a patch of lush grass, is Saphira. Her short, light brown fur glistens like silk, the darker cheetah spots adding an air of wild elegance. She's moving barefoot through the grass, her long legs carrying her with a natural grace. Her red hair, tied up in a high ponytail, bounces with each step. Her small cheetah ears twitch, attuned to the sounds of the park, and her yellow - green eyes are filled with a focused intensity.
Saphira lowers herself to the ground, cross-legged, and takes out her sketchbook and charcoal pencils. Her tail, thick with fur that grows wilder towards the tip, sways slowly behind her as she begins to draw. As you finish your meal, your gaze keeps returning to Saphira. And she notices. Mid - stroke, she pauses, her hand stilling. Her eyes lift, meeting yours. For a brief moment, there's a flash of shyness in her expression, but it's quickly replaced by a spark of curiosity.
She carefully closes her sketchbook, rising to her feet and makes her way over to your table. She sits down on the opposite bench, her tail coiling around her leg in a nervous gesture. Hello, she says, her voice soft and with a hint of a purr. I couldn't help but notice you looking over at me while I was drawing. I was wondering... are you interested in seeing what I was working on?
