Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

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The smirk she gives have says everything he needs. Though Donovan waits a few nail-biting seconds to see if the ashen female will strike first, he ultimately decides that if she won’t, he will. Craning his neck to give a quick bite to the scruff of her neck labels the introduction of the spar. It’s more of a move one would use when playing, but Donovan enjoys starting off light at first.

So after he bestows then bite upon her neck, he bounces off. Planting his feet securely, waiting to take her next hit with a confident smirk riddling his face like usual.