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*Poser* · 11-30-2016, 10:13 PM

Poser is all smoke and mirrors. That's who he is, that's the way he plays himself off. His head is high and his gaze is wild, and such a thing does him well. It always has, it always will. He's gentle, but he plays. The shadow always plays. He is strong in the way he stands, in the way he carries himself over his knees. Supple. Strong. Cut from pure shadows themselves, with an elegantly chiseled head and glimmering sapphire eyes. Intelligent, to a fault even. Stark and strong and responsive.

"I'm a nightmare and a daydream, thankfully. I do what I wish and go where I will, and it's become really a good look for me." He grins, wide and wolfish. The arch to his back is elegant and well sprung. Oh how lovely he stands in the darkness. Oh how gorgeous he can be in his own right. There is no doubting that the trickster king is a god among men. Strange and beautiful, beautiful and strange. Always.

His tail wags softly. Poser can pitch his club, here and now, to a woman who could help him. "I've begun forming a club. The young god's club, and we will rule as hedonists and lovers and I'll surround myself by a court of my peers and mortals looking to become my peers." He winks. Poser outright winks at the woman, eyes alight. Bold as ever, he can't help himself. "Oh how beautiful it will be." Breathless as ever, all is well.
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poser
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