He had been following her. Not so directly, but indirectly. He had wandered about the same area of Lillith. Andras has no real intentions other than to find a female to toy with in his boredom. Really, he was quite bored and it was never good to let Andras get bored. It only meant he would seek out flesh to sink his teeth into. He was a male that was driven by his hormones at all times of the year. A rush of testosterone would fill himself to the brim until he found a proper release. Yes, Andras was a monster of sorts, a creature of impulse and one of instinct. He listened to the little cries of his body and follow the will of blood lust...or just lust. Lillth was asking for it really. He knew she did it to him on purpose. The way the dark girl played around with her hips when she walked. She was a creature so fine, but Andras had control of himself when it came to demon women. He wasn't one to harass Lillith directly, though that doesn't mean he didn't have some mutual fun. Andras didn't have mutual fun with females that didn't bare the marks of demons...though Lillith was an exception, not marked with the crimson of red from birth. But yes, the females outside of his, clan, so to speak, the fun he had with them was usually one sided...very one sided.

He knew Lillith might find some interesting creatures on the way around Moladion. It is spring and it is warm. Lillith could find something real nice to play with, that he was sure. Of course he found himself distracted from here or there, he wasn't on her tail to be exact. He remained quite far away for a while, his sunset eyes on the prowl for something to snack on. Andras was a big boy, he needed to keep himself fueled for the real fun in life. Prey was boring, easy to kill and the thrill of death was much too fast. Torture was much more fun. Why kill when you can bring them pain? Suffering was much more entertaining, Andras just craved hearing a girl scream...in pleasure or pain.

And yet it was almost exactly that, that drove him to go directly towards Lillith. Andras was wandering like the giant boar he was, growing more bored by the minute and about to head back to the pack when he heard the most delicious yelp cling to the air. He could feel his body shake with a dark pleasure, his ears perking as his eyes rolled back a bit. A growl of joy hung around his throat. How lovely, Lillith was screaming for him already. A menacing grin propped onto his chiseled jaw, the impressive male stood tall as his powerful paws walked towards Lillith's call of help. Psh, the girl would never call for help. What little game was she playing with some unsuspecting soul? It was just so tempting. He loved the call of a helpless creature, even when they were faking it.

The brute didn't blow her cover immediately. He held back as he watched her 'struggle' at a distance. Was that wound on her? Did she do that to herself? He grinned again as he felt the hair on his back raise. That is hot. He only wished she would sink her fangs into his skin, but she knew that would bring him too much pleasure...maybe he could draw it out anyway. Andras was covered in various scars from his little dark adventures. He wouldn't mind a new one with Lillith...but she was a demon, he would not treat her lowly like he would the others. His sunset eyes had seen enough, she was whimpering and struggling and no one was around but him. With a sexy smirk the brute pushed forward, making himself quite obvious as he wasn't the most graceful of creature, more a powerhouse that could turn over a boulder. Andras walked next to her, looking down at her with his eyes so surprisingly stunning yet naturally dark and lustful. His paws danced around her body as he circled her, claws slashing the dirt under them. His tail lashed as he gazed at her self-inflicted wound. After a full circle he sat lifting a brow at the girl.

"My dear Lillith, you don't have to cut yourself up darlin, you know how much I would love your fangs in my neck?" he said in his deep, slightly sadistic and definitely sexually laced voice. He inhaled her scent so strong with blood and had to hold back the desire to growl that lovely growl of pleasure. Come on, dear, Andras is bored. Let him play a little.