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Lights sparkled and shined onto the cream backdrop, skirt popping with color. Her blouse barely hiding anything with how wet she was, a contrast to her brown fur. The light blue pillow did little to comfort her aching knees, with how long she had held the pose. Her muscles tense holding her core at an arch. Claws curled around the fabric, showing off the stockings. Soft clinking of her metal earrings, as her ear twitched, drowned out by the sound of the manager and photographer arguing again. This was the fifth reshooting today. The need to move grew, along with her temper. The shots looked fine, her 'good side' only showing. Hair fixed perfectly so no flawed skin or eye could be seen. Hokori had mastered the art of poise and stillness. At this rate they would have to redo her hair once more, add more apples to the barrel below. She had been snacking on them between arguments, taking pot shots at them. Bord of bouncers blocked her pitches. Saliva drooled along her muzzle, down her fur landing onto her chest. A quick slurp keep it from happening again. She sat back in her hutches, tail curling this way and that. She had nearly bitten one of the assistants, who used their foot to move her tail back into place. It had taken the manager, photographer, a few bouncers and her own bodyguard to restrain her. Someone else had to quickly remove the assistant away, afraid for their life. She only felt bad when she found out the janitor had to clean up after the dam fool's public urination. She apologized to him, she was waved away with simple "It's my job." Hokori let it be, she would be sure to send a non-fruit basket later. After that the other assistances strayed from her. They no longer fawned over the smaller facts, at least not until the need for their job to be done. They gave a wide birth when walking past the set, though it could have also been due to not stepping into the camera’s view. Heaven help those that delay any longer than necessary.Word of the grape vine always circled back. How stories about her 'violent tendencies' effected her standing. Hokori was known as the ’The Beast Model.’ Someone hard to work with. Yet a few brave souls returned or coerced a deal to work with such a lady of her caliber. Asher, a freelance photographer, was picked due to his passion for the artistic sense. Little flamboyant and spice. He wasn’t afraid to go fang and claw with her. Zul, renowned manager and agent, spoke to her as equals. She never spoke down to the model or belittled her. She had an air of grace only age could grant, quick to snap off when needed. She knew what Hokori liked, an to negotiate otherwise. Kaori and Kiko, self taught makeup and fashion designers, twins knew how to improvise. The girls had an uncanny eye and had saved shoots from disasters several times over. Ryker, personal bodyguard, rough around the edges and doesn’t speak much. He’d been in the army, police force, other related services before coming to work for Hokori. His experience is invaluable in this line of work. Folks worked well together, Hokori couldn’t have been more grateful.Yet despite her reputation, many still reached out to have The Beast Model represent their product, star in a commercial, or some other investment. They gave half ass responses on why it was good for her and why she should. There was a very small circle of return clients, the one she was currently shooting for being one that everything would be dropped for. It was just the kind of relationship that Hokori had built with them, just so happen to be one of their employees she had nearly bitten. Seemed they had a lot of newer Furs working for them, as they scuttled along. Hokori’s amethyst like orbs watched on in curious fashion. She could still hear the arguing, time for a stretch. Ryker was there with a towel as she moved from the set. A quick thanks, he fell into step behind her. She lead the way outside the large garage like doors, warm breeze enjoyable from the stuffy inside. With carts being driven by, loud voices, and other activities going on, it was welcomed change of pace. Here it was lively, many ignored her, something that didn’t often happen. Ryker stood nearby, watchful guard dog. Hokori rings her entire body, metal hoops clinging. Quick breath has frazzled locks billowing out, landing somewhere besides her face. The world is lost among her thoughts, Ryker knows this when she turns toward the sun, enjoying the warm rays, head raised and eyes closed. His eye catches someone’s approach, stepping up before they reach the lady. Not that she can’t take care of herself, he was just doing his job. He recognizes the squirt, surprised his here again with a bouquet of flowers. A grin that reaches ear to ear, must of been waiting for the lady to step outside.”These are for the beautiful lady.”Erraz his name, been bringing Hokori flowers for a time now. It always seems to simmer her down, strange as it sounds. He grunts in response, shaking his head. A laugh draws they’re attention, Ryker keeps between them. Hokori has stepped forward to receive the gift. It is a common occurrence, Erraz would bring her flowers of a verity, say nothing and stare at one another. It was if they’d silently communicate.”You say that every time.”Fella stands there doe eyed, as if meeting her for the first time again. She sounds excited despite the arguing earlier, lighting up even with the sun behind her. Radiance so bright, like the star she is. Squirt grins even more, offering the flowers without a word, always tongue tide. She takes them around Ryker, he refuses to move, only doing so when she tries to step around him. He knows it annoys her, this tango of movement. She chortles, short and sweet. Ryker barley stands as tall as her, so she gazes over his shoulder, keeping some dignity. She might not care, being a model.”Only cause it’s true.” Erraz speaks again, still grinning. His infatuated, staring as she sniffs the new bouquet.Hokori goes to say something more, muzzle snapping shut as she’s called from inside the studio. Near panic by the sound, seems no one noticed. “Thanks Erraz.”Ryker follows behind her, both making there way back in. He watches like a good guard dog, as Erraz stays outside, gazing until they disappear around the corner. It is than Hokori is swept away, hair redone and makeup reapplied. Bouquet almost taken from her grasp, it is than her temper flares once more, snarling. Ryker offers to take them, slow motion, hesitantly handed over. She finds herself back in position, on her knees an apple in her mouth, blouse dripping. The barrel is fuller now, her claws graze along the hem of her skirt. Back arching at an angel, her head tilts. Tail is out of the shot, curling at the tip, head staring at the camera. Her eyes aim slightly upward, distracted as they find perch upon the crystal blue vase, a genuine smile upon her features. She wonders to herself when the next time she will see crystal blue eyes.I really just love the style that Wolfire brings to the table. It's hard to describe in a way. I enjoy it so much. The colors and the way Hokori is drawn. In this particular universe, Hokori is a pinup model who is always given flower by a particular yeen, who could it be and why does he always show up when she needs it most.Hokori 
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