Bonesplinter Ravine Let Dead things lie [m]

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one or two more posts and will need to fade to black i wager. :D

Artok wasn't certain what he had wanted, when he wandered this way. Even now, there was a giant question mark. Though, he knew part of him just wanted to feel something. All to often Artok forget he was alive, he existed moving among the pack lands, among his own thoughts. Dark, dark thoughts.

At the brush of contact, Artok eased his stance, and raised a brow a smirk on his face. He moved his own muzzle down the youths shoulder and side in gentle circles, a teasing bite here, a whisper of a gentle soothing kiss there. His intentions were clear, but he was also not in the mood to give, he would rather take. It had been too long since he had surrended his own control in such a manner. However, this youth was young, and he would let him set the pace, and choose the manner of where this would go.

Probably much to young for Artok to be messing with, but he found he didn't rightly care.