Wapun Meadow garrote

A sigh of soft breath leaving through scarred lips. Donovan smiles a less malicious one to the devious male. “You as well, Merrick.” He hums pleasantly.

His voice holds no affection, a softness perhaps, but nothing that would give him away to the vicious woman a few steps ahead of them. His eyes are a different story, they dance with a suggestive fire. Heavy lids purposely reminding the other of their heated coupling. Something Donovan wishes to have sooner rather than later. 

The burn of his eyes is quick, for Merrick is trotting a little ways ahead to his female counterpart. Donovan only smirks and shamelessly takes his canary colored irises across the coy’s body. Allowing his mind to briefly drift to a more suggestive plain of thought before following the single eyed look and instantly remembering their original reason for being here. He’s ready for a fight.