Home. What a funny thought that was. Poser was home. He'd returned to the place where he felt the most like being, and that just happened to be Auster. The king of an empty castle, free to roam and explore and collect herbs as he wished. Things were glorious, wonderful, beautiful. Something in his chest was lighter than it had been in an age, but maybe that was the drugs. Even the drugs were better here. The young god didn't realize how attached he'd become to these lands. Poser's heart was light as he moved through the land of the day-- the Shore. Though not his usual haunt, it would be nice to stand at the edge of the water and look out on the world. The young god would never say no to that. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name

The lonely goddess felt herself become lost in these place, for some reason unknown to her she felt like there was something or someone- calling her as she padded to the shore, Vivienne took in a sharp breath. As she took in a sharp breath, her fur gleaming. Her nostrils flared, as she picked up a scent, the goddess decided she would bring a offering if these was one of her kind, a godling. She turned around sniffing and finding only a rabbits scent, she held herself and let her graceful and silent paws plant themselves into the dust as it turned in a swirl around her leg with every step. Her silhouette balancing carefully so her paw steps would not, make a sound as she stalked the little mammal. She then let her sweep over the rabbit, making a killing bite straight into its neck. She picked up the lifeless form, before she began to go back to the shore, padding so close to the ocean little waves brushed her paws. She then felt the scent get stronger she urged on, and then in a moment. She caught hold of a coal furred man, and by the way he held his crown high and his tail arching just like hers. The goddess was astonished he must, be a god. She walked up, his bones where built for leadership his muscles clearly of a gods. She gave him a nod of greeting setting the kill down and saying, "Hello? Are you who I think you are brother, one of the ones whom share my golden blood? A god?" the goddess cooed, her paws crossing in a cursy. "speaking"

He was so engrossed in his own mind, he hardly noticed the creature that had arrived nearly upon him. It was strange, someone who'd come upon him nearly from the shores, carrying a rabbit. Weird. Where in the hell had she gotten a rabbit so close to the water? It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered? Damnit man, don't start this again. Right. Interact now, depressive episode later. The woman's interaction was strange. Poser's gaze upon her face was extremely careful, taking a reserved step back. "Depends on who you think I am." Careful. Spilling forward, he's unsure how to proceed. Was this a trickery of the elder gods? He was no fighter, but he'd be able to get away if he needed to. He wouldn't hold his breath. She recognizes him for what he is, and that reads danger to the young god. Red flags up like signal lights, his breath hitches. "Who are you? Who do you claim to be?" your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name