white lies

*Poser* · 02-19-2017, 10:56 PM

"It's a pleasure, Spider." The words are gentle, easy, radiating to keep time with the accent that rests carefully within his words. Gentle eyes as he studies the wolf, thinking of all the creatures he had met, he had charmed, he had felt for. Poser, you see, has this habit of feeling for all of them. He feels... so many things. But that is beside the point. That is so far beside the point, and he will not give them heed at present. The feelings would always get in his way. "I was just hunting for mushrooms, if you would like to join me."

Ah, there was the question. It was his favorite question to answer, and his tail wagged softly at his side, swishing in the undergrowth where he sat. "Rússkaya psovaya borzaya, a young god." The words fall in his native tongue, and then in the common one. It's the explanation he offers for his strange appearance, as a rule. A young god. "The personification of shadows, the playful trickster, the patron of love ah... between men," A wolfish grin, tail wagging. His domains. But he wouldn't pour more information over the creature yet, wouldn't want to scare him away.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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