As they nights grew colder it only reminded the girl of what  she had lost. But she had to go through winters more than once on her own. And besides, she missed the everlasting snow from her previous home. This place, This cavern, it reminded her of the ship she once lived in. Good and bad memories but regardless, it reminded her of Lian. That little comfort was enough for her to get by. She knew these Caverns relatively well even though this wasn't where she usually slept every night. The wind was bristling her through this evening and she made her way here to escape them. She crawled around until she made her way to her most favorite spot in these caves; a place were she would have to squeeze her body in between the crevasses of two walls in which the path was only small enough for a thin wolf like herself or a young pup. And she thought about her days back on the ship, away from the wind. Somehow it made her happy and somehow it made her sad all at the same time. Walk "Talk" Think

Poser is razor thin and more elegant than the edge of a knife. Brilliant and brash, moving overland, head high as he moves. Hard and fast over the ground, claws clicking softly on the stone. Stone and flint, the thrum of feet on the ground. Oh all is so well, all is alive and bright. He is bright and alive too, today. The caves. He would run the caves as his head was immense and loud. It was such a loud place within his mind. Heart throbbing. Yes, his heart throbs. Through a narrow channel the cocaine chic creature cuts, leaping, bright eyes equal parts brilliant and dark. Oh how beautiful he is. Today is the sort of day that he needs. Everything hurts. His home has been taken. It is winter, and the cold slices through his system. These are the things that he needs. The burn, the sting, the things that he needs in order to be real. Feel real. Continue to be real. All in the same, he was safe from being real. There was someone else down here, and the creature tips his head back and howls. It's a haunting sound, but it's full as opposed to empty. So lovely. He was singing for someone to hear, and he was dying for whoever else was down here to make contact. That's what Poser misses, after all. Contact. Still he dances, still he runs. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name

Granite ears would flip back and forth as the woman heard claws ticking against the stone in the distance. It was loud, but she knew well enough from being in these caves for such a long time that the wolf wasn't around the corner. Most of the time no one bothered her. It wasn't that they didn't notice her or her scent, they were just smart enough not to venture into her territory. Though, it wasn't truly hers. But suddenly, the creature that was tapping along inside would call out. Zola, instinctively would jolt and back out of her crevice in the stones, giving her self a small bleeding scrape on the way out but she hadn't noticed it. Her ears first erect towards the echoing voice, and then flat as she didn't want to be bothered and didn't trust this man. Lian would have kicked his butt for coming in their home. But she was on her own, always. "Don't come near me any longer! Leave this place at once!" She growled and snarled through the caverns. She wasn't really in a fighting mood and probably wasn't going to use any force, but she was not in a good mood today and would for sure let this boy know that. Walk "Talk" Think

If he turned just the right way, Poser would disappear from view entirely. It was almost like a talent, even though it was like. Probably fucked up. No matter, as the shadow was actually pretty fucked up anyway. What was a little more fuckery? Hell, here he was. Here he was in the midst of all the things he doesn't want to think or feel, and here he is standing-- wreckage of his own mind everywhere. That was the way things always were with him. Too much or not enough. Everything or nothing. Such was his life. He could smell her blood, metallic, coppery among the must of the caverns. Dripping water and a scared girl. Was that fear, or was that something else? Whatever it was, it happened to be ridiculous. Cocaine chic and shining, the young god's claws click against the shale beneath them. Head high. Elegant, graceful, and entirely something else. Otherworldly, ethereal. "Why are you so upset? I can smell blood, how badly are you injured?" Calm, even in tone. Poser's voice is an even tenor, colored with the quicksilver Russian accent. Words dance in his mouth and lights dance in his brilliant sapphire eyes. They are wide, ears pricked as he moves in the woman's direction. If worse came to worse, Poser could do what he did best-- run. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name

Still coming in the direction of the male, she would reply, "I'm fine." Abruptly and irritated. She realized the boy wasn't of any harm but wanted him to follow her directions and just leave. Yet he was still here. Eventually she would come around a corner and now be before him, ears back and eye narrowed and she glared at him. "What is it you want?" She spat at him not showing any mercy or kindness. Usually she would be hanging all over the man, but it was an off day for her. She was pretty bi-polar at times. Sometimes she was friendly, sometimes she was angry, she was an odd one at that. Everyone would have noticed sooner or later but she couldn't help it. Walk "Talk" Think

Head high, graceful as ever. Poser is unfazed. Nothing matters to him, especially in moments like this. Head high, graceful, catlike. Clearly not a wolf. Clearly nothing like a wolf, now or ever. A dog, but only the most graceful sort. A god on his own feet, in his own right. The shadow, the ing of smoke and mirrors, he's watching the woman. As she spits, all he can do is chuckle. There's no skin off his back, there's nothing happening here. There's no scene, yet she makes one? Weak. All of them are weak. Mortal foolishness. "Why would I want for anything?" English grammar. Fuck English grammar. It's never made much sense, and the words roll off his tongue easily anyway. They're spoken... they slide. Slip. Softly slip through his teeth. "Why would that be your assumption?" The question is easy. It's nearly a dare hanging in the air. Fuck with him. For the love of all that is unholy, try and fuck with his head. Poser loves it. Thrives on it. That's why he does so well standing here before the mortal woman. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name