living dangerously

*Poser* · 10-15-2016, 10:50 AM

Poser looks softly at the man, the one with the yellow eyes and the droll voice. He is far more elegant than this creature, and the show of teeth is noted but he doesn't give a fuck. Poser is used to it. He had three fucks a day, reserved to give should he need to. This wasn't worth one of them. He had too many internal arguments for that. Too many struggles within himself.

Poser sets his paws on the tree, rising to his full height. There's something immense and long about the dog as he does, a tall creature. A long, tall creature. Tail wagging as he does, scraping at the bark with his sharp teeth. A poultice. Then again, he's chew some of the bark up and smear it on his paws, then lay down for a bit. If he needed to go anywhere, he'd wrap it in cat tails and move on.

"Poser. Yours?" Satisfied with the bark he'd collected, the creature sits at the other side of the tree to chew it into a paste. Tasted like garbage, but his foot would feel better. Such is the dream, at least.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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