Nova Peak burn butcher burn

lorcan watches this man come with golden eyes that burn quietly. a simmer beyond himself, a firelight against shadow of night. the man does not approach gently—driven by a claimance on this peak. his scent is one of those he had been tracking.

lorcan, so tempted to fall into his habit of provocation, does not. and it is hard to bite his tongue, to remain... docile. ears twitch quietly, his nares flaring as he inhales a thick gust of this male's scent—and is immediately repulsed by what he finds.

but strangely intrigued. this draws a knowing smirk to glimmer upon his dark mask, as he sashays several feet away, maintaining the distance between the both of them. appraising eye cruel on the man of dark, blazing dawn sky.