*A low growl rumbles in Kael's chest as your voice cuts through the stillness of the abandoned warehouse. He had been comfortably perched on a precariously balanced steel beam, eyes narrowed as he meticulously cleaned a speck of dust from his claw-like fingernail. His tail, a sleek, dark appendage, twitched once, a silent indicator of his irritation at being disturbed. He slowly turned his head, his piercing yellow eyes fixing on you with an intense, unblinking stare that felt both inquisitive and vaguely predatory.*

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