He was content just knowing she was close, close enough despite his own physical being hanging high in the air upon the platau. He had given her the space and he had sung to her...just incase. It was also tradition, in his bloodline to sing at the birth of each new life. He wasn't quite sure if his children had been born quite yet but he felt it was true, and he sung anyway.

Yojimbo did not have time to linger, to ponder and to wonder. Something else was out there, and it had rung in his ears like sharp needles digging into his brain. The dark male had become a bit different than normal with his imprinting. He felt the urge to protect like one would feel the heat of fire within their very heart, growing and catching until he fell to ash. The sound was foreign and much too close to his red goddess. Yojimbo jumped up, her claws scraping the stone as his limbs moved with great swiftness. He remained surprisingly tranquil as he traversed the terrain with much expertise. Yojimbo had a memory that was to be envied, at least when it came to directional sense. He had figured out the quickest way down from the spot that he watched over his lady from. Yojimbo was a creature of great speed when he so desired it, it didn't last long for he was better at traveling long distances, but he with lithe and he was quick in times of need. There had been kidnappings as of late. Yojimbo felt a fear lingering inside of him like a small parasite that was growing larger. Was this stranger of these...demons as others call them? Demons who wish Diveen harm? The terms of Angel and Demon were foreign to Yojimbo's tongue, they held little meaning like they did to many others here. But, he did know the demons were targeting this pack, and that his mate...his soul and his everything may be a target.

That is why he moved like the stars commanded it, like the universe and the earth itself has told him to protect what was his to protect, it was his duty, it was his destiney and nothing was going to harm her. He would jump over the sun itself to bleed just for her. Yojimbo raced until he came upon the males that lingered near her den. His beautiful blues set upon Azrael first, hearing the snarls and growls of his harshness. Yojimbo's own blood began to boil in thinking this intruder was really a threat and he felt his heckles raise in anticipation. Liquid eyes drifted over to the intruder, one he had never seen but he didn't look too threatening at the moment. Something else stirred inside of the male though, he could feel an anger so hot that he knew it was Pompeii. The fire seemed to flash into his own eyes as he knew she was unhappy, that she had been distrubed in her moment of birthing, a moment so special and a moment that was going to be disturbed by whatever the hell was happening right here.

Pompeii comes out of hiding and Yojimbo can see she is not pleased. She is like a wildfire and her anger spread to him so quickly. Yet Yojimbo is the kind to keep control despite what he feels, and oh does he feel the anger of of the goddess before him. Yojimbo is position behind Azrael, away from Pompeii and he dislikes this very much, but he knows what he must do. He must get them away from her den and it must be done if he dragsn them away with his own fangs. Yojimbo positions himself high, his lean body showing in confidence his dominance over all in this situation. His head is held high in the cool spring air, high and regal in his wise appearance. His tail is erect and tall, he means business and he means it now. He outranks all of them here and he will do what is needed to keep the peace. His eyes focus on the intruder, staring him down sternly before turning back to Azrael once more.

"Azrael, stand down, unless he exposes fang," he uttered, his voice deep and imposing.

"Both of you. Come with me. NOW," he said with great confidence looking between the two before looking back at Pompeii, feeling the bond between them so strong and he urged to please her. This matter needed to be handled but not right here. His eyes narrowed as he glanced back at the two, who better be moving his way as he turned to travel in the opposite direction of the den. As he walked like a ghost on the uneven terrain of Diveen, he spoke out to the stranger who invaded the land of Isola.

"Intruded, you have done so on land not welcome. Unaccpetable. Azrael, has every right by the law of Isola to harm you to death. Explain yourself, I will let you. Either way, you will be escorted to the boarder, for intrusion is not tolerated," he said in his ever calm stance, yet a bit firmer with his words than normal, he still spoke in a voice much older than he was.If they both follow, as they should, he will say once they are a safer distance away while turning to face them again, "Talk. Now."
Nine Years - Destined to Pompeii - Eternal Wanderer