Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

His smile remains monotone, not displaying mirth, nor maliciousness like it usually does. Though, his eyes hold the great fire of mischievous curiosity–probably not the good kind.

As he watches her, he doesn’t let his Canary hues leaver her form. He assumes she doesn’t trust him about as much as he doesn’t trust her, yet he is confident in his ability to defend himself and has been able to his entire existence. While his easygoing eyes stare intently at her own, he feels her scrutinizing examination of him. Confidently he takes a few steps closer, stopping then. His head is held high and his tone seeps arrogant confidence, one can tell that he views highly of himself.

Still, he regards her respectfully enough. “Simmik,” He parrots back smoothly. “I am Donovan.” Now, he walks once more, but instead of closer he goes more off to the right of the porcelain pelted female. “What brings you here? Hm?” He asks. A mischievous side glance from the male meets her, the slightest hint of playfulness hidden beneath.