Room where it happens
09-26-2016, 01:50 PM
| The shadow's head tosses, and he moves in such a way a wolf (at least a bulky one) cannot. Light on his feet but powerful in his chest, doing his damndest to barely make a sound. And he wouldn't really if he didn't want to. Oh how fantastic he feels. It's not quite predatory anywhere other than in his mind, but there's something... he doesn't want to say foreboding, but there's something foreboding about him. Right. When he moves his head hangs low, eyes remain fixed on the world around. That's so necessary. Had to look. Had to see. Had to see everything, as Poser is a sighthound. A wolfhound. Long bred to take down wolves, but well, the shadow does a different kind of taking down. Poser reaches over the stranger's shoulders, somewhere between a nip and a nudge. His tail wags low behind him, moving, fluid. There's something he can't even place within himself. Not on these days. On these days, the monster is at play, and Poser would love to let him stay. He wants monsters just like him. The shadow longs for toys, longs for things to keep. His head tosses back, long ears shaking elegantly to the side. He's beautiful. There's no way anyone will deny it to his face, at least do it and remain unharmed. Don't step on Poser's vanity, after all. Wandering. How boring. Still, the man with the brilliant sapphire eyes feigns an interested look. He's at least... trying to pretend. At least the young man has the sense to ask him in return. There's a long, dramatic sigh before he responds. "Oh, I was considering heading home, I just... don't want to go alone." There's a glumness to his tone, though his step remains elegant and practiced. At least the mood isn't acting-- being alone would be the death of him yet. poser breathy way of saying my name |
![[Image: VVdK7m3.png]](http://i.imgur.com/VVdK7m3.png)