Ravensblood Forest Late At Night

The vomit glistening off the sickly blue light of the moon, his horrid gagging noises, and a worrisome Derg. What a night. The worry that the male displayed caught his attention but he was too busy dry heaving to say anything. Then the featherlight tough of a nose on his cheek and Donovan continues on like he never even threw up (kind of).

Hearing the other apologize and the seriously concerned face of the man next to him he chuckles again. Shaking himself off, bits of drool fly everywhere and he’s obnoxiously smacking his lips together and cringing at the taste of vomit. An onyx tongue flicks over lips and he shrugs. “Wasn’t your fault. We were sparing.” He hums shaking off one more time and then turning to meet his gaze with a chortle. “You kicked me in just the right way to make all my food come up. Let’s go find some water this shit tastes disgusting.” He mumbles the last sentence as he kicks dirt over the pile of vomit.

As he starts walking, Donovan keeps a yellow eye on Derg to make sure he follows and doesn’t run away because he thinks he’s done bad. “Don’t worry about it peaches.” He comforts once more and continues. “I was sparing with an old friend of mine and he accidentally got a tooth in my eye. I was blind for two weeks while it healed. Not sure if that makes you feel better, but yeah.” He says casually. His attempt to lesson Derg’s guilts hopefully worked well enough but he’s not quite sure exactly how well it will work.