literal night

*Poser* · 10-15-2016, 10:23 AM

They would be gods of their own design. Poser would sit at the head of their table, in the center of their thrones, upright posture and brilliant eyes, and they would take the world by storm. Bright and beautiful, the eye of the storm. Right. This was an adventure, and this felt... amazing. He felt amazing on evenings like this one, and it wasn't just the drugs. It was never just the drugs. Poser had approached life like it was a fever he couldn't sweat out, and everything about that was amazing. Beautiful. Fantastic. All of those things at once, and he's crashing together internally with the sheer feeling of it. His heart has wings.

They would be a new line. They would be a special line, one that lived by their own rules. Tough but fair. Their rules were important, but not more important than the happiness of their people. It could have been a high idea, but it was an idea that Poser wouldn't let go of so easily. "We're special, after all. We can govern ourselves, power to the people. All I need to do is lead them, to mediate them, but we'll make decisions as a group." His tail thrashes wildly. There's something a little wild in his eyes, and his heart. Oh how his heart flutters. And that isn't the drugs, of course. That's the potential for being amazing. Utterly amazing.

Start. Start. Think, think, think. Where would they start? "We start finding people. We start by looking for them, by meeting them. We can go together to meet them, we can draw them in and take care of them. We can explore together, and take them in as we find them." He's grinning. He's grinning and rolling in the soft grass. He is happy, and his companion is happy too. Everything feels amazing.
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poser
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