Their stares were vastly different as their gazes remained locked in time. He held a fire, a rage that never died, just as the sun burns brightly when it rises with each day. Rogue, she had a stare like that of winter, embracing you only with a coldness that would chill your bones. There is a reason the two blood bound wolves were so close, and it was their differences that highlighted their togetherness. Andras had a power behind his eyes, a power that showed through the hard muscles that dare not hide under his short coat of the darkest of darks. He was formidable brute, with a face that can be seen in the most vile of hellish nightmares. Andras never backed down, and he wouldn't back down for his sister. She would eat his gaze and his judgements.

Tall silts of inky black hold him high in the winter's fallen snow. A vicious look flashed on his strong features in retaliation for her snort, as she began to speak again with her voice etched with that of scorn. He gave her his ears, tipped forward to catch all of her melancholy song of being violated by some male...an imprint, like he had with Lillith. As much as Andras was pleased that there was a male who would gladly throw himself to death in place of Rogue, it obviously came at a price. A price neither Rogue nor Andras liked. He was lucky, this unworthy mutt for sure, that Andras understood this imprinting. If Andras sees any faulting in this male, any reluctance in his resolution towards Rogue, he would end his life in a heart beat. He already wanted to rip off a certain member of between his legs that got his sister pregnant...yes, that is a good solution to it all. Rip them out and feed them to the gators, leave him to live to protect his sister. He might enjoy listening to the boy scream in pain, punishment for his actions.

And then the temptress that was his sister dare move her lithe form of blood and black closer. She leans out to touch him, on his red chest where a demented and sinful heart beats within, a heart that was stolen by a demoness so smooth, so dark like shadow on a moonless night. He belonged to Lillith in ways he never imagined, but it was undeniable. His love for his sister that touch him here, now, was not changed with his bond with Lillith...but instead, he size of the world itself changed. Lillith was all, and that was something Rogue could never compare to. The bond was harsh, menacing and destructive to all others but that of Lillith. Reality was not a kind creature, but a violent and jealous one, that had chained him by the neck on a short and bitter leash.

Andras held still as his sister touched him, his sunset eyes narrowing as he did not even look down upon her. He would stare out into the depths of Iromar, a white sloshing world, one most harsh upon the bones of ones with pelts so short and sweet as Andras held. She speaks near him, the wicked male listening with eyes ablaze.

"We survive, just as we always do. We live to carry on our destiny," he declared, conviction clearly present in his guff vocals. Strong and powerful as always. He had little to say on the matter of Baphomet's death. He had slain every gator that dare cross his path, at least, the ones that he could catch. They were surprisingly fast, and Andras knew of the dangers of a gator's jaws. He was not about to become their dessert. Rogue continues with her speaking, Andras only tense in that his muscles in such a high position were pulled, surly she could tell of his constant working and exercise in her time away. He had a body of a sculpted god, a god that sided with the horrors of hell and beyond.

She speaks then, of how she has returned to be by his side if he liked it or not. His nose wrinkled, warping into a devious smirk that would make any weak of the mind tremble. He was always pleased when his ego was stroked so smoothly, so nicely. He let his smirk flash into a satisfied grin with a snort.

"Stay near me, and this...boy you own, will never dare to touch you again," he bellowed, a wicked harshed tainting his words, a warning of sorts, for he would not allow a male to touch her as long as his sunset eyes burned upon his sister. Andras would be a shadow, always watching from the depths of Iromar as one among the mists. Although, his sights would always be set upon his Lillith, he would not allow his sister to carry puppies again if he could help it. Andras pushed forth, brushing past his sister as she spoke of this girl, Malina, the one with such a lovely stench from last winter. It appears Rogue has gotten close to this girl, maybe enough to manipulate her for their cause. He gave a slight nod of his head, sunset eyes showing some sort of satisfaction with her words.

"Then she shall one day be a use for us, yes my Rogue? You will ensure this to be true. If you are to return to my side and to the pack of Iromar, your task now hereby given by me, the Archduke of all Demons, to see her useful. Is that...clear?" he stressed with his thick and domineering voice, turning his head to look at her, to see her face as she gave him a response. She better not show any weakness in this point of time, it was...crucial that she be of use to the pack, to the demons. If she is to stay in Iromar, she is to be of worth. Andras had more than just his relationship with her to work through. He must help Ishtar lead the destruction of Angels, and Rogue should stand by him with pride. Let us see if she will make this Malina turn for them.