It only seemed natural to return to the gardens. Poser had always appreciated them, and the beauty was unparalleled. His steps were even and elegant across the ground, sun shining warmly on his shoulders. It was comfortable and comforting all at once, and he was pleased with his current situation. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Everything was beautiful, and there was nothing that a small mouthful of cannabis couldn't make better. Having just returned to the castle, Poser would need to restock his herb collections. Though some were just as he had left them, many had dried up and been carried away by passing breezes or others drifting through the castle. That was fine, it's what they were there for. He would just need to gather things up, keep as much on hand as possible. You could never quite tell who would need helping on a given day, after all. Kava was today's search, as it would be the most ideal. A man could dream, right? It was a nice day to b e out, anyway. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name

She hadn't been outside of packlands much. She had been lounging way too long, just getting used to the fact and excuse that she could. Now though, she itched to get out and explore and travel. And what better place to go then the garden that was practically on her doorstep? She needed to restock on some basic things anyway, and with no enemies to poison or make pit falls for, well...she was just shit out of luck. And bored.

It didn't take long for the Goddess to reach her destination, and when she did she was surprised to find someone else already there. A male. Not a wolf. Wait...this male wasn't a wolf? Well, her day just got interesting. "Hello handsome, what's a fine creature like you doing around here?" She questioned, hips swaying as turquoise pools watched him with reserved interest.

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