Everything is Gray
01-29-2017, 05:39 PM
| Head high, graceful as ever. Poser is unfazed. Nothing matters to him, especially in moments like this. Head high, graceful, catlike. Clearly not a wolf. Clearly nothing like a wolf, now or ever. A dog, but only the most graceful sort. A god on his own feet, in his own right. The shadow, the ing of smoke and mirrors, he's watching the woman. As she spits, all he can do is chuckle. There's no skin off his back, there's nothing happening here. There's no scene, yet she makes one? Weak. All of them are weak. Mortal foolishness. "Why would I want for anything?" English grammar. Fuck English grammar. It's never made much sense, and the words roll off his tongue easily anyway. They're spoken... they slide. Slip. Softly slip through his teeth. "Why would that be your assumption?" The question is easy. It's nearly a dare hanging in the air. Fuck with him. For the love of all that is unholy, try and fuck with his head. Poser loves it. Thrives on it. That's why he does so well standing here before the mortal woman. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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