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*Poser* · 11-28-2016, 10:53 PM

There's something about this creature, something that brings Poser's furious run to a halt. It's graceful, he kicks up no dust as he does. Leave no trace, see no evil. He's largely and longly been this way. It will not change. He will not stop, will not falter. The young god fixes the black creature with a look, a pink and a yellow eye fixed on his own.

She was a goddess, and he sets his jaw. "Do you walk with the young gods or the old?" He'd forsaken the old gods, promised to destroy them. It was his hope that he wouldn't have to force this girl into an early... end. End to her reign, as the young gods would take over soon enough. She was a bit gaudy, but that was fine. Poser is too. The shadow takes a graceful step forward, head low, brilliant sapphire gaze fixed on the young woman. Right. He would just look.

"Young god of mischief, king of trickery, illusion, smoke and mirrors. Lesser, of the union of men, of unrequited love. Poser, by the common tongue." Yes, he's made his alliance clear. The young gods would overtake the old, would take control. They were everything. They would become everything. If she stood with him, he would make her everything too.
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