Catwoman Rises
There is a shadow lurking in the dark, next
to the railway station. A voice, maybe more of a purr, echoes like whispers
in the night: ”I am Catwoman. Hear me *roar*”.
An elegant creature, seemingly on the prowl on all four legs is out to do
some mischief. There is a cat on the loose in this neighborhood?
The streets are soiled and stained with oil
and dirt, but Catwoman is not at all uneasy about the tattered
setting and purposefully strides along the wall, more of a shadow than a
silhouette. There is no sound to be heard, the eerie silence working as a
cloaking device for the feline being.
This Catwoman is a daring beast, her inborn
senses requiring a surveying glance over the surroundings. She hops quickly
up and from the secure altitude of a housetop reviews the city backdrop
like a canvas ready to be painted. The incredible sight is nothing of
interest for her, the task at hand only delayed by a necessary grooming
session. She is already on the move, dashing through a block of warehouses,
the target destination buried in her infallible sense of direction as if a
beacon is luring her towards her goal. This seems to be a heist, a cat
burglary of the legendary kind, not for trinkets or milk, but for treasure
of the finest, creation that masters whisper about, women covet and men
ache for.
The place harboring diamonds is her target,
a secret hideaway that only few know about. This is a project, which only
the most prolific cat burglars would attempt, something that Catwoman is
more than capable of, a dare, exciting and exhilarating, adrenaline
pumping, heart rate increasing declaration of power and prowess. Clad in
all black latex, only unexpected shimmers of reflecting light betray
her mere existence, but not her whereabouts. The latex mask is covering her
face, just enough not to be recognized, but not enough to hide her sensual
mouth, her invitingly sinful red lips. Like an aphrodisiac, these lips
ensnare all senses of any watchman, who dare cross her path, making this
pitiful individual a puppet in her crafty hands, to be discarded at her
leisure. Not that Catwoman is without her trusty whip, a lethal weapon that
can render any obstacle useless in a wink of an eye.
Well, I guess it is time for you to go and
enjoy this series and the accompanying video! *roar* Many thanks
to Simon, (www.latex.at) for the almost instant realization of this
fantastic Catwoman outfit! I love it to death and declare it officially a
stroke of genius! It is not only beautifully crafted, but complements my
art perfectly. I really was Catwoman, at least for a little while…
sigh! What a rush that was! *roar* Finally, also big thanks to
MarkusCosinus for your creativity support :)
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