brash
11-25-2016, 11:07 PM
| The trees grow high around his shoulders, even higher around his head. Poser is over the moon with it. Poser is in love with the very idea of taking his home back, but he sleeps among the aspen trees on these nights. There are intruders in his home, and their numbers are far too great to return and bang the doors down. He hates it. The shadow hates it so, so much. There is something that cuts so badly. It's as if he's had his heart removed once more. Running through the woods, head high, eyes bright. Poser is ready for the picking up of someone. Someone he can pick up, someone else he can add to the club. Someone he could take on with his own club. A man. By the old gods, he misses having someone to sleep beside. Poser aches for it so badly, as he's so empty. A low howl in his chest. Someone had to be out here. Someone had to do it. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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