Nova Peak Yerûmpiits

vaaaaaguely backdated? can change to be after kaldros' birth too, whatever works for you <3

It wasn’t her business, but she’d certainly gotten good at sticking her nose into matters that shouldn’t concern her.
But she did not trust Darukaal, the clan who sent a woman to infiltrate their mountain.
And moreover, she cared for Elowen.
“Hey, morådze,” Ayovi calls when she sees @Lorcan's unmistakable shadow slithering among the North Wood bracken.
“What the hell is your problem?”

im good with after!!

dark mercenary pauses, having sensed a storm come calling. it is the woman of the peak in her pregnant beauty, come stalking after him.
he fixes her with a questioning look, lips twitching, betraying arrogant amusement.
what? he must be ignorant, for he had no knowledge of what she spoke of. what problem? it didn’t exist—well, perhaps, now it did. 
skorpa’s wife would determine that. raising his head from where it slunk low between two shoulders.
burning golds upon her sea glass gaze.

“Play dumb with me?” His feigned innocence riles as much as the smirk she wants desperately to bite off his face. “Pretend like half the pack wasn’t witness to your sloppy attempts at infidelity?”
Ayovi spits the words, casting a muzzle over shoulder in the direction of the man’s den.
“For some ungodly reason that woman in there loves you. You: a man willing to trade the respect and love of her and your child to get his dick wet.”
Neither voice nor expression obscures her revulsion. He had taken Elowen’s heat— they had married. But she didn’t need to settle for this one, not when she is surrounded by support.

it is hard to remain composed. collected; in the light of this. the bastard first centers eyes upon her, malding with a bitterness suddenly taking root, flicking from one blue stone in her skull to the other.
searching for any sign this was a joke—it was not. so lorcan takes a deep breath—nostrils flaring, a barrel chest widening, shoulders squaring as he moves. fully facing ayovi now, brandishing dagger that glints against the ferocious light of her slander.
i would watch who i am speaking to, he warns first, and then second, his head tilts inwards slightly. casting dark gaze down the length of a crooked snout, where eyes seem to darken despite burning gold as ever, brows furrowing, scar slicing over one eye; fierce, brassy in its complexion. ayovi.
did you see me take that woman? he asks. he knows the answer. no. he says for her. taking an assertive step forwards, where dark fur begins to lift, hackles rising with a tempo that is breathing of an arrogance growing more mad by the palpable second. see me as i sowed my seed deep within her? now, a sardonic chuckle that sits uncomfortably within his throat. it desires to be more; a snarl, a baring of teeth.
no! it is within seconds that his demeanor changes. from cool, collected, to driving a dagger fierce into figurative table that separates them. face taking now all the wildness of a furied man, nails churning earth beneath as he suddenly closes up distance between them. you did not! he bellows.
stopping only inches from her face, where he breathes heavily, drawing in gusts of desperate air to fill burning lungs. if she were not pregnant, he would've had her by the throat by now. fatherhood has not placated him—only made him more on edge, thirsting for a life he had left behind for the very sake of his wife she now accused him of forsaking.
i will kill you if you suggest it again.

“How ignorant do you think me?”
As Lorcan closes the distance, Ayovi slams it, chin wrenched up to lay bare teeth just in line with his jaw. Their breaths roll hotly, mirrored hackles in dark and light blanching wrath. She should have been terrified, a part of her longed to recoil. But the other, stronger half wanted to geld him.  “You can't outrun this. She's too good for that. I think you know it, otherwise you’d be long gone by now,” Ayovi snarls, tail striking up over her hips.
“You’re going to talk to her about it. You’re going to explain what happened. Like a man would—if you’re capable of acting like one. I’m not so sure, seeing as how your grand foray is threatening to kill a pregnant woman with no defense.”
Spirits, Elowen, what the hell were you thinking?

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teeth make contact with his jaw, and lorcan recoils quickly. feeling the thrum of blood in his veins and the screeching of crows in his mind, as they fly from the high perches. adrenaline soaring. but instead of finding his teeth upon her, lorcan forces himself to take a step back.
serving her only a warning snarl, of bared teeth and a glowering stare that pierces her swift. a clean gut to her throat and her face. very ignorant, he spits, if you somehow conjured the idea that i was an honorable man.
that was a thing he stopped being long ago, if he ever was. and this woman was a fool to even suggest what she did, drawing a cold, loud, jeering laugh from the jaws of the mercenary. he turns now, tail flagging, seeking to cut this interaction short.
you dumb fucking cunt, lorcan sneers! only a woman would think everything must be solved with words.
and that is all he says as he seeks to leave now, a bristling, stalking mess of fury. and it is not to his wife he will go.

“Don’t worry, Lorcan. That’s the last thing I think about you,” she watches him blench, as if his control balances on the edge of a knife blade.
“I don’t think everything’s solved in words,” she counters, “but you owe it to your wife to be honest with her. If you think nothing’s happened, fine. Tell her that. It’ll sound better coming from your mouth than it does mine.” She watches the turn of his shoulder, blue eyes lit like cool fires along his back.
Then he is gone.