bleeding out into space

*Poser* · 11-02-2016, 07:50 PM

Poser very well may be the fastest man in the lands, pound for pound. Hell, the creature weighed next to nothing for his height and longed to run in those ways. Running was meant for chasing, chasing was meant for running. He would run for ages, and he could run for ages. That was the way he would always be. In his bones, in his blood, and in his breeding. There's something hard to place. Always hard to place. He wouldn't bother hurting or aching today. Never would the shadow bother with his wolf slayer breeding, not unless it was important that he do. Today was not that day. Today he was too gentle and too careful.

Quick. Always quick, but he sits far off. Far, far off. Everything about the shadow is far away. Yet here he is. Here he is close enough to this creature but far enough away. "I can get you something for your lungs, if you'd like... for the pain, at least." Softly, his tail wags. Poser tries. Fuck, the shadow is trying so hard. He will always try. That's what he aims for at least.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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