The call wasn't one that was normal. No, Andras had known Ishtar for a long time now. He knew her voice, he knew her calls. She was the strong demoness that stood next to Baphomet. She was the strength, the bearer of new blood which demon life crawls. Andras may not be subtle himself, but he was keen on the tones of the voice. He wasn't sure what it was, but he felt that something wasn't right. Ishtar was calling not her children, but all. Baphomet...he would normally give the call for a gathering. Andras was doing his typical workout, pushing himself from the ground to the sky and back again. He had no name for the way he worked out his body, it was just one of the many things he did to tone his thick, muscular body. The mists of Iromar obscured his blackened body, probably for the best as he would look rather droll doing the motions he did as he worked out. It as what he did when he was bored, discovering at a young age that those who use their bodies to the fullest got more out of it. His red-tipped ears flickered as Ishtar's call came to him. Muscles paused in mid push, a stillness overcoming him as he processed her call. Like a mouse trap he snapped back up, twisting his body around with impressive control as he headed towards Ishtar.

He moved with a bit more control than he normally did. Andras was not afraid to let loose, to let his body do as it pleased. He was a male to be revered, despite how reckless he could be. Andras was indifferent to the mud that caked on his paws. He wasn't much of a looker. His fur was riddled with scars, some small, some large and blaring. The largest on his neck was given by Baphomet himself as Andras protected his sister. It is the scar that ended up binding the two together in a mutual respect. Andras crept upon the small gathering, his masculine face a terrifying sight to see as his form parted the mists. His sunset eyes lingered on the two white wolves only for a moment, hearing their words and it only instilled...confusion. Confused was not something anyone wanted Andras to be. Massive paws walked closer, eyes narrowing as he turned his eyes onto Ishtar. Ishtar...she didn't look quite right but there wasn't anything particularly blaring. She was a strong female, she could hide her emotions well. What she couldn't hide was the scent of blood lightly lingering around her coat. Andras walked closer, his nose sniffing the air around her as she stood proud.

He stared at her, it was not a disrespectful stare but a stare of questioning. His tail lashed behind him as his ears pinned slightly on his head. It is the scent of Baphomet. His blood....the white one's words. He could feel a growl starting to rumble in his throat, like thunder in the distance preceding a raging storm.

"Ishtar...Ishtar I smell his blood...Ishtar....tell me what is going on..." he boomed, his voice heavy as he tried to hold back his growls of displeasure. He stood before her, his sunset eyes burning as he looked up at her, a hope was there that this was nothing, that this slight smell of blood was nothing more than a scrap they got into, a friendly brawl, but the way the air around her seemed, he figured his hope might burn to dust. Rogue had already left him, offended that Andras was drawn to Lillith in ways he could not explain. He could not lose Baphomet too.