Recent content by Lord Yaro Ashpaw

Giftsmas Beastie by Yaro Giftsmas Beastie Just slip that sable under the tree for me Been an awfully good cat Giftsmas Beastie So hurry down the chimney tonight Giftsmas Beastie A ’54 steel stonebow, please, too, like new I’ll wait up for you, dear Giftsmas Beastie So hurry down the chimney...

Behind closed lips, Yaro ran his tongue along the inside of one of his fangs at Matisse’s comments about the artifact being prodded. Whatever they believed about this thing, Yaro was not impressed at the thought of it being given straight to beasts who would do what Thistle had advised against...

Wondering what all of this was about, Yaro watched Thistle’s progress across the room. It occurred to him he had never been asked to deal with a hedgehog. He would probably spend the evening planning how he would go about it, the challenge of it, the setup and the cleanup. Not to actually do...

Half an eye on their surroundings lest any fools decide to attack the Ryalors out on the street, Yaro scowled at the burning building. He had left his favourite crossbow up in the gods, in a case at least, but it wouldn't be retrievable for some time now assuming it survived. Matisse probably...

Passing blame. Yaro analysed this advice. Perhaps in his context, yes, yes the hog was right. To translate this concept to himself was surely an excuse. Yet, what did it mean for his mother? Deep-rooted hatred and entitlement was not an inheritable trait but a learned one, and yet, and yet what...

At Dusk's call for him to assist with her escape, Yaro cast an acknowledging glance to his companion in gore and disengaged from his current fray. For the most part, they had been putting the fear of the Forest into their prey, pressing them to the sides. It gave the wildcat opportunity to weave...

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...