Auster was cold, a relentless rain coming down around the island. Cold rain. Winter rain. It was that, combined with the fog, that pushed the shadow elsewhere. It was not safe for a man of his stature. Sure, he could run, but he could only run so far when he was entirely and completely alone. He could only make it so far before being absolutely torn apart by a group that outnumbered him. That was a problem, of course. Just that unknown factor... it was hard for him to be alone. It was so incredibly hard, so he moved for greener shores. The island was between here and there, it seemed only like a logical place for Poser to stop. He was transient. It sucked. He was ready to take back his castle and go home, but that hadn't been an option. Not with things as they'd been. All of his friends, all of the ones who'd made him feel at home, the hop for his future... they weren't here. They'd gone away, they'd moved on. Poser was the only one who truly remained. He moves through dusk on Ibon Isle, feeling lighter somehow. He's a shadow against the fading sunlight, healthy and vibrant, but strange looking. Everyone was bigger, but he was faster and never scared. Far easier this way. With a gentle stretch on the shore, Poser turns inward to look for dinner. Today would be okay. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name

Amon had made the swim to the island merely to gauge its difficulty, and found it only mildly uncomfortable. It would be a good test of endurance for his children, and he had every intention to turn right around and fetch them. Luckily for them perhaps, the island managed to captivate him first. The birdsong from within the dense vegetation was beautiful, and constant. The island seemed to positively teem with life. He began to explore, telling himself he'd only be a moment. What he didn't expect was to round the corner and come across a type of canine he'd never before laid eyes on. The strange, willowy creature had far too much fur for its stature, he decided. Intrigued, he stopped to stare. The creature was stretching, perhaps twenty yards ahead of him. Amon was not the sort to care much for the personal space of others, but who could tell what manner of creature this was or where it had come from? Caution was a trusted ally, after all. He said nothing but instead sat and watched, waiting to be spotted, eager to see what this odd beast had in store. "Talk" "You" Think

Poser knows that there's someone watching him. There's someone massive and hulking-- hard to miss. Handsome, from what he can see from the corner of his eye. There's a ghost there. There's a ghost on the fringes of his system, and Poser wonders if there's something and someone else... someone who isn't a stranger. One of the ghosts from his past. With a shift of the wind the shadow catches the scent. Strange as ever, but he doesn't mind. He's too hungry to pay too much mind. And then there it is. Breakfast flies by, and Poser sights it. His tail wags, a wiggle travelling down his spine as he does. There's a lovely thing in his chest, the flutter of the bird as it passes. A ground nesting bird, fuck if he actually knows what it is, but Poser has no issue watching it come in. Coiled tight as a spring, prepared. Armed and ready with sharp teeth and a sharper mind, he takes off. A shadow, lithe and beautiful, taking off at a dead run. A game bird, some sort of duck, caught between snapping jaws, straight out of the air. He's victorious and graceful. Deadly as he snaps its neck cleanly, respect for the animal. Hungry, as he pulls the skin away and gets to the meat. Freaking delicious. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name