Fleeting

*Poser* · 11-09-2016, 08:19 PM

The shadow burns brightly some days. Today is one of them. He is bright and hot in the low light of autumn, though he longs to have a home. He longs to have his home, filled with his people. His family. Family, you see, would keep him whole. That's the issue when you're about as stable as weapons grade plutonium. Maybe they'd even call him the mad king. He would like that a little too much. Still, the stranger is beautiful in these moments. Beautiful and bright and fantastic. He shines. He shines so beautifully.

"Some of us are gods in our own light, come on," He grins, wolfish despite not... y'know... being a wolf. Tail wagging, head high. The shadow loves moments like this, and he's ever so shiny. It fills him up and makes him feel alive. Yes. Alive. Finally alive, it's only taken what feels like an age.

Oh yes, the tail is wagging the dog. "I'm Rússkaya psovaya borzaya, a young god. A borzoi, if you'd rather." He's happy. He's so happy, the words in Russian rolling off his tongue. It feels so good to be able to interact and be... soft? Was that what this was? Softness? Not weakness, but friendly and bright. Brilliant and soft. All of those things at the same time. "I can get sick, but I feel pretty good today. How about you?" Friendly.

"Name's Poser." The man stares openly and curiously at the magpie. Softly, he chuckles. "Doesn't look much like any bear I've seen," Brilliant eyes. Blue eyes. Shining where he stands. Today, Poser is happy.
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breathy way of saying my name

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