Recent content by Lord Yaro Ashpaw

Whether Yaro believed or not, there was wisdom to be gained here. A reminder not to be too arrogant, not to dismiss anything out of paw. Not to get so caught up in chaos that he went past the event horizon. Whatever that was. What a strange thought. Had that come from in here? The brief...

The beautifully savage lynx Yaro had noted earlier in the party was at his side now, hacking into the scrum of foebeasts. When he wasn't so focused on his own movements, the wildcat would enjoy thinking on such a handsome killer. Yaro was fluid, like the creature of air he represented. He would...

No time for continuing to play the fop. Though Yaro could not simply display his faction's badge to ordinary people, it did not mean he couldn't defend himself. Half of Bully had secrets about who they were, and being a lord held no bearing on whether he was good in a scrap or not. The...

So much for the plan. If only Yaro had been allowed to kill in simpler ways than a two-stage poison. A shame it would have fallen back on MAUL if he had, and with this level of security it was too much of a risk. Honestly, he would have admired the sheer chaos of what transpired. If Yaro hadn't...

The incident with the chandelier surprised even the grey tabby. He had not been informed of any plans for Misanthropy to assault the stage and despite himself flicked a glance to Matisse for any clues. The sable looked just as unaware, which was of comfort in the sense he wasn't being left out...

As always preferring to be one who watches, Yaro loitered at the edge of the hall, clad in a cream silk dress shirt and a fine beige coat. He loathed having to wear something other than black, but this was all in the name of appearances. He sipped champagne, knowing this glass not to be tainted...

All the while Thistle spoke, Yaro stared, forcing a professional focus that ran contrary to romantic notions of violence. He listened to the hedgehog’s warning and eyed the revealed sphere, the fur on the back of his neck shivering again. Was it the supernatural or merely in his mind? Perhaps...

The cat's gaze flowed over the reflections of flame, impressed and soothed, though his eyes did not widen whether by practice or neurosis. To look inward. Something Yaro did so often and yet so little perhaps in the right ways. He focused on his work, on what brought him pleasure, on problems he...

Oblivious to the test considering Brambledew had not specified 'each' as much as assuming it was how the hedgehod made his living, Yaro was already taking in the curiosities of the cart. He felt the quiet urge to collect things, something to idle the time between jobs. What things that should...

The wildcat made a brief suspicious squint at the cart, disliking the idea of being in a confined space with Matisse and a stranger. More of a question of wisdom than anything to fear. Well, if they were going in, he was going to try and get in before his fellow agent. Payment was little of a...

In this moment, Yaro felt a kinship again with Matisse, his own thoughts running along similar routes. Normally, he would not indulge in encounters of this nature. But he was somewhat investigating, was he not? Perhaps there would be something entertaining and he was not about to let Matisse...

What other thread Yaro might have allowed to be tugged was not to be discovered as his irksome colleague arrived on the scene. Matisse. Though Yaro seldom found emotion much of a companion, it liked to surface on occasion around the sable. Perhaps it was because he simply wasn't allowed to harm...

After the briefest glance to the intriguing Porter, Yaro's unnerving stare did not leave the purchasing stoat until the hedgehog addressed him. Fate. The wildcat did not believe in such things. To him, there was only chaos and what sweet control one could savour as best one could within the...

Curious. Yaro sipped his cordial and side-eyed the rolling vial. Had the hedgehog clocked him as a spy and intentionally sent this to draw him in? It wasn't as if Yaro was truly trying to hide. Call it a personal interest that he thought the Duchess might want to hear what he could find out...

This wasn’t Yaro’s scene. The shadows of the Harbour and its harsh realities were of far more comfort compared with the kitsch and open space of Kenny’s. It was hard to do Yaro’s favourite kind of jobs here. Still, he had managed to carry out his latest task. Another apparent danger to the...