that's a pretty face

*Poser* · 04-20-2018, 10:58 PM

Kava. Always the dream, because who didn't like the feelings that it brought? Poser wasn't one to turn down enjoyable things that felt good. That felt right. Psychadellic trances were something that the young god was a fan of-- it brought him back. When in trances, he could speak among the gods and plot the next move. The next plan. Working toward getting his brain back together, his people back together, and the attack on the heavens. Those days would come after he departed from this shell, so some forward thinking, but it wasn't too big of a deal. Always best to be prepared.

But back to the hunt for his drugs. Poser was careful as he combed through the densely wooded areas of the God's Garden, hunting carefully. The sharp gaze of a sight hound was something that couldn't be matched, probably by anyone. Carefully picking at the undergrowth with the claws of his good foot, taking deep breaths of the earthy soil. Nothing so far, but that didn't mean there wasn't any out here.

At the sound of someone else's voice, Poser's head comes up. A woman, and she was... oh, yikes. "Looking for drugs... and yourself?" Better to be up front and honest. Looking for recreational drugs... Poser found himself clever in his bluntness, maybe not the best move. That was okay though. His words are careful, head cocking to the side briefly. Curious. Always curious. Poser doesn't do drugs, he is drugs.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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