my body with yours
09-27-2016, 05:04 PM
| He'd done it. He'd made his way to the island that had been taunting him on clear days. Today, of course, hadn't been the most ideal one to do it. By the time he reached land, Poser's bum foot had begun to cramp, but it was no matter. None of it was any matter, he'd reached his goal. He'd gotten what he needed or what he wanted or whatever that bullshit was. He'd managed to do it. The shadow always had something to prove, even if it was to himself. Hell, especially if it was to himself. It was easier to have something to prove when it came to beating personal goals. Everything was an invitation for a new personal best so long as you approached it that way. Poser was a living approach in that manner. An entire city left alone. He'd seen things like this time and time again-- he'd lived in so many places like this. The power plant, the asylum, they'd both been based around entire existences like this place. Back home there would be dozens of packs, but it was as if no one had even bothered looking at this land. No particular scent of canine lingered. No particular scent of any particular living thing lingered about for that matter. It's eerie, but parts of Poser really likes it. He's already on the lookout for things to break into. Part of the man doesn't want to be above breaking through a plate glass window, but the rest of him knows that he's going to pay for it with that aching left foot. Still, he won't limp. Best not to show any weakness as a stranger in a foreign land. The front door of what would have been a Chinese restaurant is open, and the shadow waltzes in. Though all food has been long ravaged by scavenging animals, he's able to climb into a booth and atop a table. Something about the silliness of it brings Poser joy. It's only after the novelty wears off that he leaps down and begins to rummage behind the counter once more. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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