running.

*Poser* · 11-26-2016, 03:59 PM

There's a girl out here. Poser doesn't know where, only that she exists. Only that she is out here. He's still pacing the length of the woods, searching, exploring. A marked tree here, and one there as well. Poser tracks his way through, looking at them all. He slows from his breakneck pace, instead a lope. Three beats, body long against the fading light. Yes, there is warmth here, but he feels none of it. Literally none of it.

Poser is suspended animation as he makes his way through the wood, head shaking as he moves. Everything about him is beautiful, glorious. Lean to the point of cocaine chic. Lithe, gorgeous. Everything about him is... well, who knows. Razor thin and more graceful than he can really put to use. It's hard to put your grace to use when there's so many things echoing in his head.

"Who's there?" He finally calls out, head canting to the side as he moves. Graceful, careful, making his way over the ground as he searches. Wandering. Looking through the trees, following where they're marked. Russian accent, not even short of breath for as much as he's been running. It's so easy for Poser. No effort necessary, after all. Never any effort necessary. He doesn't slow, continuing to look for the source of the scent.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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