Fleeting

*Poser* · 11-02-2016, 07:01 PM

There was always a gnawing hunger deep in the pit of his chest. It was always there. It was always there for him to deal with, always there for him to fight with. Something in his soul was screaming, and it as always screaming. He screamed. He called out into the dark when he slept. Slept alone. Slept alone like a shadow in the darkness, no one to notice where he ended and the world began. There was something that he couldn't wrap his mind around that was absolutely and literally destroying him. Poser doesn't eat. He doesn't dare eat. Not when he'd just toss it back up anyway. The shadow king wanders on.

There's a voice, one that calls out through the briar. Kind, polite even. Stranger. The young god smirks, tossing his head softly. Graceful as ever, he leaps a patch of brambles in a single bound. More graceful than any wolf you'd ever seen, seeming to cut through the air with the greatest of ease. It's all so easy for Poser, coming to rest at a polite distance. High head, high born. Graceful shoulders and a gentle suppleness of his knees. Soft. Soft but strong. Sharp angles, soft eyes. Such is typical for a young man such as he. Handsome as ever, Poser grins.

"Only my soul, really." A wolfish grin. "The skinny is in my breeding I'm afraid," a springy step forward, a slight toss of his head as he grins. "Poser, so I don't have to be a stranger anymore." A soft introduction, a spark in his brilliant eyes. The shadow holds an electricity that can't be matched.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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