white lies

*Poser* · 02-19-2017, 09:27 PM

Poser would not point out to the creature, as he was already scared enough, that if he were to run... well. The shadow was far lighter and faster than anyone he'd come across. There's nothing that can be matched when it comes to the way he throws himself across the ground. Bred for it, actually. That and the cold, he's taken to everything like a duck to water. He loves the chase. That would be why he wouldn't point it out. Not in the mood to be an asshole today, the elegant shadow allows the man to do what he will.

"I am, are you injured?" The fear radiating off the stranger, you see, was enough to point him in that direction. He sits carefully on his haunches, not wanting to scare the creature away. Every move he makes is poetry in motion, liquid and beautiful. "My name is Poser." A slow blink of sapphire eyes, and a careful look to the strange man. Gentle. He would remain gentle for as long as they sat here. Fear is a strange animal, and he would quell it as best he can. If anyone knew about anxiety, after all, it was Poser.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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