Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

Already Donovan knows he likes him. Probably in more ways than one. Hell, he’s be an idiot not to take such an opportunity. He’s not  afraid of denial and he’s no sore loser when it comes to easy things such as this. So as the male speaks of Nyra he cocks his head at his slithery tone regarding the shield maiden.

Yet he’s much too interested in the way this enticing wolf coos the word. It has Kynareth smirking brilliantly, show casing large, dangerous teeth that have spilt so much blood and torn an immense amount of flesh. “Are you now?” He teases referencing the others last sentence, dipping his chin closer to his chest and looking up to him in a classic Oh really now? type of way.

Then he goes back in regards to the game he mentioned him and Nyra playing. “What type of game did you two play? Perhaps I’d like to try my own luck with you, darling.” Comes the silky smooth hum of his voice.