ablaze

*Poser* · 11-25-2016, 10:58 PM

Something inside Poser has snapped. They took his home. They took it away from him, and he would have it back. He would have it back. He would wrench it from their hands, he would strip it away from them. Something burned immense, burned bright. Poser shivers to himself, shakes. He shakes with the anger of having something that felt like home taken away. It had been taken, ripped, sullied. He's upset. He's far more than upset.

He sits in the wood, seething. Day and night Poser paces and seethes. That rat. Poser had taken his stores of herbs and gotten the hell out. But he'd still pace and seethe and get fucking mad about it. Everything feels terrible. He feels terrible from the inside out. Head high, making laps around the wood. He would fight that bastard and take back his home. Poser would do it for his young gods. A little bit more recruiting to do and he'd have the numbers to be able to make it happen.

Make it work, bitches.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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