On the breeze there is a call, a scream of challenge with her name written all over it. Pretty face snarls at the demand, at a stallion daring to tell her where to be and when. Does he not know who he is handling? She is a wolf in sheep's clothing, a hurricane of beauty and deathly intent. She does not fold to some mere breeding stock. For that is all he is worth to her, an injection of semen for her to raise more fitting offspring. Even so, any impending removal is dangerous, and the beast calls at a time most unfitting. Her daughter is recently found to be immortal, but having held her child to her chest while she bled to a death Hotaru had deemed certain had only intensified the young mother's protective instincts. Little would rip her from her darling's side so soon after the horrifying incident. Even so, should this be even mildly permanent...

Taking her time responding to the ugly brute that demands her presence (and who wouldn't? She is something to be seen, to be gawked at and revered like the Queen she is) she seeks out a caretaker. Ophelia is first to come to mind, and though she is more than aware of the fact that the pale lady is her Queen now (a title Hotaru was still begrudgingly getting used to), surely she would help care for her daughter and Mirabella? They were too young to care for themselves, not really. All her affairs would be sorted before she cared to answer the call of the beast that named her so brutishly. Hotaru was far more than a 'pink spy'. It was degrading! It was like calling a tsunami a mild storm, and she would remind him of his mistake repeatedly.

When she finds her Lady, lingering at the borders with a pale-faced newcomer, Hotaru's gut is wrenched in knots. She cannot stand the thought of leaving her beloved, of losing and failing her when Arya (and Mirabella, as well) needed her most. The she-wolf would wreck havoc on this unnamed stallion for ripping her away, because Hotaru would always do her job. And that job required reconnaissance. So she would default to the slimy bastard, would let him steal her away. But not before her most precious treasure was locked away and sealed from his grimy, grubby hands.

Bowing hastily, she peers into the eyes of the one she hopes will aid her, and there is a rarely seen sincerity to her visage that speaks of her desperation. It takes a village to raise a child, perhaps, but while Hotaru loved and trusted her herd, it was not enough when it came to her daughter.

"Ophelia. Please, I have of you a request. My daughters, Arya and Mirabella..." it is pathetic how her throat tries to choke her, and she forces it down fearlessly, eyes hardening. It is odd, perhaps, how she does not falter to call Mira her own child, considering Esther's death. But she will not have the child abandoned, both her parents as missing as Hotaru's own. "I intend to let him take me. But please, I need you to watch my daughters. I will give you anything, both of you, I beg of you. Just keep them safe?" Voice drops to a whisper, desperate. "Tell them...tell them I love them. I'll be home soon." She steels herself, looking between her Lady and hopeful herd sister. Tries to remember why she's doing this. Tries to remember the proud look Illynx wore whenever she brought home a particularly good treasure.

Turning, she sweeps away.

He is hard to miss, drawing her forth with bouts of fire and flame. Hotaru lets her face fall to a devious smirk, perfect hips swaying to the rhythm that runs in her head. The sonata of his downfall.

"Take me away, handsome. I will not fight you. But I will cause you hell." It is a solemn promise, spoken on a purr of lyrics that are as enticing as they are intimidating. He may be thrice her size, but her abilities run far deeper and more versatile than his. And she will prove it.

He made a horrible mistake, taking her prisoner.

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Hotaru willingly defaults and becomes Gaucho's prisoner! Also sorry for the weirdly crappy post haha.