Bonesplinter Ravine Let Dead things lie [m]

A smirk danced along the bottom of Artok's face. The white of his fur, bright in the starlight. He gave an amused chortle as the youth posed, he fucking posed. Not that Artok minded what was shown.

He was a rather grand specimen of youth, and though Artok's tastes usually veered to small, feminine and quiet. This one had peaked his interest, and he couldn't say he didn't dabble in other liason's especially given that he was a male and an animal, and sometimes when a woman's heat drove you crazy enough, well you did all sorts of absolutely beautiful things. Sometimes without the scent of heat too.

Artok grinned.

Me neither.

He posed in return, a smirk on his face. He moved closer still, eyeing the youth, and wondering what was it that this youth wanted from him? To be admired? To be cowled? To share a moment under the stars? What?

What is it you are searching for.