alive

*Poser* · 09-25-2016, 09:54 AM

It was his first time off the continent he'd chosen as his home. Hell, Poser was never going to have a home that wasn't his-- never again. The shadow had been chased off one too many times for that shit. If he was going to live somewhere it was going to be his. The mentality is dangerous for a creature that has no following, that has no friends, that has no family. No one to fall back on in the slightest. He's alone in this. All Poser does is remind himself of that fact over and over again-- no one to miss him, no one to love him, no one to realize he's missing. Ha. So it goes.

Firefly Lake. Poser was well aware what he wanted, moving with his high head and graceful steps. The shadow moves to the marshiest part of the lake, snuffing through, tracking a particular scent. The Devil's Lettuce, and as the creature finds what he's looking for, there's an "Ah ha," on his lips. Yes, he'd be reaching down with his elegant snout to strip buds from stems, chuckling to himself as he tucks a delicate bit of green inside his lower lip. It tastes terrible, but Poser is none too bothered. It would quell his anxiety, it would put him back at ease for at least a little bit.

It's with his high head that he catches a woman in his periphery. "Whatcha lookin' for, sunshine?" His voice errs on the feminine side, colored by the Russian accent he could never quite shake. He's airy, drifting overland, closer to the woman. Curious as always.
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poser
breathy way of saying my name

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