Bonesplinter Ravine Let Dead things lie [m]

>:] <3

One might have dared to say that Baudelaire was posing.

He had not once shied away from appraisal before and he would not do so now, in the eyes of a hardened warrior. He stretched, front toes flexed out as if they might become talons and pick the other male up from the very land.

I have no shame. He answered, boyish charm shining through his pride.