toy soldiers

*Poser* · 03-01-2017, 10:35 AM

Poser knows that there's someone watching him. There's someone massive and hulking-- hard to miss. Handsome, from what he can see from the corner of his eye. There's a ghost there. There's a ghost on the fringes of his system, and Poser wonders if there's something and someone else... someone who isn't a stranger. One of the ghosts from his past. With a shift of the wind the shadow catches the scent. Strange as ever, but he doesn't mind. He's too hungry to pay too much mind.

And then there it is. Breakfast flies by, and Poser sights it. His tail wags, a wiggle travelling down his spine as he does. There's a lovely thing in his chest, the flutter of the bird as it passes. A ground nesting bird, fuck if he actually knows what it is, but Poser has no issue watching it come in. Coiled tight as a spring, prepared. Armed and ready with sharp teeth and a sharper mind, he takes off.

A shadow, lithe and beautiful, taking off at a dead run. A game bird, some sort of duck, caught between snapping jaws, straight out of the air. He's victorious and graceful. Deadly as he snaps its neck cleanly, respect for the animal. Hungry, as he pulls the skin away and gets to the meat. Freaking delicious.

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poser
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