Ravensblood Forest We appreciate power

His eyes adjust to the different lighting that the cavern hold and reflects. At first it seems like a regular little pocket tucked away being the forever falling wal of water. Though as he continues on, searching for the pale woman, that seems to be able to captivate his attention so easily, he realizes it opens up into a whole other world. The protrusions from the floor and their twins hanging from the ceiling, Donovan’s eyes circles around the area curiously until they land on a rather excited Simmik. She rushes over and for a moment he thinks there’re not along in the cave and she’s come to warn him of potential danger. What he gets though is nothing of the sort. She seems genuinely amazing by whatever she seemed to have witness in his absence. So at her beckon he chuckles and follows after her obediently. What she leads him to is a massive spike-thingy that juts up from the dingy, cavern floor. 

He gazes to the structure. “I have no clue. The hell is this place?” He asks confusion and amazement obvious in his voice and expression. He closes in on the stalagmites and inches closer and closer to sniff it. Though something he’s always had a problem with is investigating with his mouth (whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing, he doesn’t know), so of course the brindled male can not resist running a blackened tongue alongside the salty protrusion. Expectantly his nose wrinkles and he slurps his tongue right back up in defense. 

“That’s disgusting.” He laughs wholeheartedly and looks to Simmik almost childishly. “You should try it for yourself.” He winks and bumps her with his hip. His eyes are caught in a darkened hallway just behind her head and he nods in that direction, brushing his hardened body against hers as he goes past her. Walking up to the rocky entrance he looks back at her over his shoulder mysteriously. “Let’s go exploring, dear.” He offers with Charming yet devious smirk.