nobody in your bed

*Poser* · 04-04-2018, 08:57 PM

Sometimes Poser forgets that he stands out like a sore thumb here. Wraithlike in build, razor thin, cocaine chic-- wolves are not like he is. The young god would not remind himself that he was built to slaughter wolves. Russian wolfhound... granted they tended to handle things in packs. He'd never been trained in such a thing anyway. Still, the idea that he could even be caught up in a manfight? Hell nah. Poser would rather take the run option. Too fast to be caught by any of them.

Oh. A stranger. The thing about Poser happened to be that no one stayed a stranger for very long. He was thankful for that. The mad king's tail wags, eyes dancing on the face of a stranger. She was awfully cute, especially to be out here. Late. Alone. What a troubling thought for a young woman. Was she lost? She very well may have been, but she was asking him if he was alright?

"Of course... ah, herb hunting. Are you alright? It's awfully late..." Poser's head quirks softly to the side, picking his way carefully toward her. The distance he'd leave would be polite, carefully so. Lately, he's been in flight mode most of the time. Still, his tail wags.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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