Lillith. His Lillith. He could feel her heart beat within him. He could feel her breath coursing oh so carefully through his veins. She is his life. She is the world. She is his mind, body, and soul. He can feel her desire to attack, rip, and tear. he feels it and it rouses his own naturally primal and violent instincts. She didn't exactly need him, no, Lillith is perfection. She did, however, call to him, ordered him to attack if she liked it or not. When Lillith was fueled with the desire for blood, so was he. It was the nature of things, a thing so strange that had changed suddenly when they arrived here. Their very beings were melded together, and yet, that made them so much more dangerous.

Andras ran like a mad bull, enraged by the taunting of a matador and the drapery of scarlet red. Each step he plowed through the bog of Iromar, as if nothing could stop him to reach his one and his only, his Lillith. His deep black pelt was misted with the damp musky air of Iromar, legs drenched in the gross waters in which they lived. Some blood was softly scattered about his pelt, from his favorite pass time of killing and ripping apart the flesh of young, ignorant gators. He wished to add in more blood to this symphony playing upon his pelt, the blood of whoever Lillith wished.

Andras did not hesitate for one second once the little party came into sight. His sunset eyes became glued upon Lillith and...that one male that has been lingering about these lands. He cared not for Ska and the others. His only drive was for his imprint, his life and his very blood. He didn't need to view what was happening, he felt it well before, and to be apart from her while she was in this..rage was more than enough pain and suffering to have him barreling through Iromar. His speed was quick for his build, for he was exerting all of his energy and strength to get to her as fast as possible. He did not slow as he came upon them, his strong featured, masculine face wrinkled with the desire of bloodlust. One look into his face, and they could see the terror that is Andras, and the pain he wished to bring burning deep within his sunset orbs.

When he approached in his strong gait, Lillith is atop of him, in all of her dark and beautiful glory. She is emanating with power, her whole being beyond the concept of perfection within this universe. He wished for what she wished for, and he could see it with twisting of her lips and the exposure of his sparkling white fangs, which do not have the blood on them that he knew she needed...she NEEDED the blood she wanted, and Andras was here to serve her. He wanted her attacks to succeed, so he would put himself in the way of this Anima's jaws. As Lillith as moving down to bite at the genitals, Andras can full force with his muscular and toned body.

His jaws part in a vicious snarl, a song so deep and so fearless, sung just for his Lillith, to let her know he was here to draw blood for her. His jaws aim to grasp the front right leg, where the paw bends and connects to the leg. If he is to grasp it, he would stop his body from moving forward, but still use the momentum to his advantage. He would not only crunch down, he would pull the paw violently with his body momentum, and then shake his head with all of his brute force. Andras, has a very thick and muscular jaw and face, and his attack would be nothing but brutal. If his attack does miss, he would keep snapping at his leg until he caught onto something, and would crunch and shake with the back of his powerful jaws. Andras was going after the leg while he was on his back, if he doesn't get the leg, at least he is now in the way of Anima and Lillith. If he wished to attack Lillith, he would have to get through the body wall of Andras, standing between Anima's head and Lillith.