His sunset eyes had diverted from Ishtar to bear down upon the one who dare speak to him, in such a way that would displease him. Andras was still of the highest rank here aside from the Queen, and he would hold his muscular frame to reflect that notion. The scars that wrapped upon his onyx pelt were signs of his love for pain, and the sharpness of his fangs showed how he also loved to give it. Limoria dare speak, and as a subordinate, she should have been wiser than to correct Andras' on a matter that was perfectly acceptable. Andras did not meet her gaze with the regality that she so tried to emanate Andras was a boar, a brute fierce like a monster and primal in his urges. His sunset eyes grew wide with anger and he was not afraid to let a booming snarl cut into the thick air. Teeth were bared her way, hackles raised in his given superiority of position. This girl may be the daughter of Ishtar, but Ishtar knew the pecking order. She would only interfere if she felt Andras was out of line or threatening her children, or at least he thought. Ishtar may be broken at this moment, but Andras hoped she was strong. He hoped she was still the Ishtar he knew long before any of these pups were born. He pushes towards her with each muscle moving in perfect unison with the whole of his body, standing over her with his scar covered visage. He continued his growl and he held his tail high, as the third in command of the Demons of Iromar...and now the second if Ishtar would keep him.

"It is not wise to make assumptions, and I will ask what I will from Ishtar. Learn your place, or I will put you there myself," he said with his snarl laced voice and hardened gaze. Andras was not so keen on young ones to being with, let alone young females. Andras was a more savage beast, one who would hold nothing back simply because this was a child of Ishtar. He was almost a bit more passive than normal, with his curiosity spiking at the current situation at hand. He held his hard stare on her for a moment before turning back to Ishtar, he didn't want to deal with little annoyances right now, and Limoira best be wise to not try his patience...for in a moment's time, Andras could snap at anyone.

More wolves began to gather during his little show of dominance and annoyance over Limoira. She was probably right, the young girl, at least of the death, but really Andras was just a testy male. There was no softness when it came to death and speaking of it with others. Things need to be said. Yet, others seem to be poking at the male's side, annoying him to no end in his testosterone filled rage. Some other male he had never encountered reared his ugly head to the crowd, speaking of being fought and tested. Andras whipped his head around to stare daggers at him. Does this look like the time to say such things? Andras' might form tensed with his ability to not run over and snap his neck in this very moment. Andras smelt the blood of Baphomet upon Ishtar and the words needed to be said. These interruptions were wearing him thin. His rage was calmed, just in the slightest by the sight of his Lillith, the parting of her lips and the singing of her ravishing voice. Yes, his Lillith put that boy in his place, his Lillith could never do wrong. It is she who saved his neck from his fangs as he turned back to Ishtar.

Her words then hit him like a tidal wave. He felt them smack into his body with a hit so hard, he swore it stopped his heart. Andras was not the kind to respond with sadness. He was not one to curl up and sob. Her words only made his ears perk and his mind sharp...sharp with a violent reaction like whipping out knives, ready to kill. His fangs exposed with a dark snarl, his face wrinkling up, his hackles of red raising. He stood tall before Ishtar, as a demon warrior at her service.

"Ishtar, Who was it? Tell me who and I will rip out their stomachs and feed it to them while they still breathe! I'll bring them a pain they could never imagine! I will let you hear their screams, Ishtar!" he boomed, his voice almost screaming out. His sunset eyes were beaming with power and hatred. He wished to destroy whoever killed his brother, not of blood but of soul. He would avenge Baphomet's death, he would do it by Ishtar's side and the burning in his eyes, on his face would tell her that. By soul, he was Lillith's, but as of right now, his body was for Ishtar, to send on a mission of not just death, but pain and suffering upon Baphomet's killer.