living dangerously

*Poser* · 10-06-2016, 10:18 AM

The thing about Auster was that there were things you couldn't just get. There were things on his continent that he couldn't reach, that he couldn't take because they weren't there. A mental list for the healer as he made his way across the ground, nose low, eyes sharp. He's sharp. Poser is sharp as a tack today, but he's a little high. He's always a little high, today is his base level plus a little bit. Plus a little bit more. Poser doesn't mind, because it leaves him feeling lovely. He always feels lovely, feels fantastic, feels... alive. He feels so alive today. Today more so than most days, and he had to figure out exactly what was going through his own head.

So he was looking for something that would bind his bum foot back together. He wasn't necessarily dripping blood (anymore), but he'd banged it hard on an end table earlier today. It hurt. He hurt. He was going to find one of those white willow trees, moving across the ground with something beautiful in his eyes. Poser is powerful and gorgeous today, hiding the limp over that mangled forefoot. He would be okay eventually, but it needed to be wrapped.

Graceful and a little deadly, the creature finds his way to one of those stately trees. Firefly Lake, he'd seen it once before, and he was aware there was a tree here. There had to be a few, the moist banks. The wet soil was so rich here, and Poser loved it. He moves, head high, searching for one of those golden trees. Exploring. Searching. Lovely.
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poser
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