the core of night
09-30-2016, 02:05 PM
| Poser could smell someone else here. She was here, right? She was here, and he was able to smell her. Carefully moving across the marble flooring, he seeks out the female that had to be close by. His brilliant blue eyes are scanning and searching-- she had to be here. Poser has a high head and a curious gaze, he should be able to get what he needs to find. He should. He's trying. God he's trying. There's a certain grace that comes from his build and then even more that comes from the sheer fact he's Poser. He's always been graceful like this. He's always thought like this, existed like this. He exists, you see, only to be the most striking creature of all. Fluid, even though his nails click and his bum foot scrapes a little bit. "Are you here, my friend?" There's an accent, Russian, in his voice. Poser has never been able to push that away, despite trying for what felt like years. The voice itself is flamboyant-- he wouldn't change that even if he could. There's no fighting just how shining and beautiful the creature is. He wouldn't let anyone fight him over it. No one would dare. That, and Poser didn't like to fight. It was against his charm and his nature. He'd reject it wholeheartedly unless it was something like honor or... well, fuck if anyone called him a pussy, right? The graceful creature finally catches a glint from a makeshift den, and he stops. "Hello there." And he sits in place, keeping a comfortable distance. Wouldn't want to scare her away. Wouldn't want to push anyone out that could be of use. Poser was handling this as delicately as possible, as carefully as possible. Today would be okay. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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