Illyria was simply too old and well versed to be fooled by most males, and that was beisde the point, since she did not want even the nice ones near her at this time. Except, of course, for Dieloch. It was precaution, because it did not matter who was out and about when Fall was transitioning into Winter; Illyria would not trust them. Typically, she would not trust anyone at any time, but for the reasons of seasonal changes, she was unwilling to let any strange male near her. Her nose was sharp -- as any wolf nose should be -- and could pick up days old scents and hormonal shifts, even fluids that would have dried in the prepuce. How else could they detect even pregnancy on another early on? This was both a type of defence and a way of survival, plain and simple.
She did not mean to be pretty, because anyone knew what that might mean, and Illyria had spent enough years alive to understand where being pretty could get someone. She had almost befallen terrible things some years back because of it, and yet she had gotten out unscathed and would do her best to always have this outcome. If not, she would use the force of her jaws to show that touching her against her will was not without it's consequences. For now, Illyria is not concerned enough to be angry or truly threatening. She warns him that his attentions were not wanted here, that he was wasting his time and hers by trying. Illyria would not change her mind on this, and he did not seem the type to have anything intellectual to offer her, either.
She feels no pity for him, as it is a wasted emotion in her eyes, and she is waiting it out to see if he will soon pull himself together. She's disgusted at his own emotional display and finds it pathetic; his ploy might work on those with a kind heart, and Illyria does not possess this thing. She is unmoved by him and his words, his futile attempts to gain time or proximity to her. The only thing she supposes he has going for him is his coloring. It's eye catching, but a waste on a creature who would debase himself so for sexual stimulation. Illyria shakes her head at him. "If you weren't playing such an emotional mess, you might almost be attractive. Pity, but as such, no. I do not want your company." She responded, intent on moving on from the area, and far away from the male.
[ ooc -- although Illyria won't work for your plot things for various reasons, we could possibly discuss Aldonza being a victim for him? ]
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