Fleeting
11-26-2016, 03:17 PM
| There's something burning, shining, right inside him. It flickers behind his eyes, the glimmering making him feel... alive. He's always so alive, you see. A burning in the sapphires set deep in his skull as they look gently to the woman. She winks, and he winks back. She's smart. Poser would do well to keep her close. He's shining where he stands. "Ah you'd do best to let me know, but it's best I not be going around blinding mortals. That's rather impolite." He winks back to the girl, head tossing as he looks at the magpie. What a pretty bird he really was. Poser has always rather enjoyed magpies, but maybe it's because he identifies with their propensity for shiny things. Fair, of course. His tail wags. "There's far less rules down here. I'm looking to gather a group, a club you may say, and bring them home with me eventually. The old gods are trite, contemptuous, and boring. I need more fun in my life." He's grinning, wolfishly even. Tail wagging, head high, brilliant. That's all he wants. Poser aims to dazzle, as always. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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