I never learn

*Poser* · 11-20-2016, 02:17 PM

A dark crypt with the sweet scent of summer on the breeze. Poser catches it, follows it. Chases it with his head high. There's something about him that's all freshness and summer and beauty. There's something absolutely amazing. It rests easily in his chest, in his heart. There's a broadness to it. Yes, he's amazing today. It's that breath of summer on the wind that sends him chasing, reeling. Fast and strong, quick and curious. Brilliant. A dark knife to slice through the autumn. He's beautiful. A young god.

The shadow makes his way down the steps to the crypt in leaps and bounds, brilliant and bright. Poser is never clumsy as he does it. Graceful and strong. He stops short, nearly bowling into the other creature. Nearly. On a dime agility, stopping short before he knocks the man over. That would be rude, after all. "Woah, sorry about that one." Poser's head tosses, head quirking to the side. "Can you smell that? It's beautiful." A Russian accent playing with his words, tail wagging. What a lovely day.
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