His Lillith. Andras had been roaming the lands of Moladion, seeking only the best of prey for his soul, his life, his everything, his nothing, his Lillith. Not anything would do. Andras would kill and he would ravage. He would rip out only the best part of the kills, the best, and he would save them all for her. He knew she was giving birth soon, to demons made of her blood and his, blood of souls meant to be. He would feed her, comfort her, do whatever she wished. She was his Lillith, and it was his children she was giving birth to. No one was going to get in the way of that. No one. Andras was also the second most dominant wolf in the pack. His orders were to be taken seriously, for he was not the Archduke for no reason. He was a powerful, he was violent and he was not afraid to get physical with the wolves of the pack when they were out of line. And oh, was one out of line.

The impressive male of liquid black and red was lumbering through the mists of Iromar. In his mouth, sacrifices to his Lillith. Hearts, lungs, livers. A bloodbath covered his whole muzzle and lips, his large jaws and mouth capable of holding all of these grand parts to feel his Lillith when she so wanted it. Andras had brought death to many, in order to find what he deemed acceptable for his soul to consume. Drenched in blood and the scent of wicked deeds, Andras revealed himself from the the bog, tall and strong. His muscles were rippling and bulging from under his sleek pelt, a testament to his sinister deeds in the past week or so. Constant hunting, constant killing, constant running and fighting. All for his Lillith, for she is everything, and he must have the best body, for Lillith, deserves the best.

His muscular limbs carry his bulk until his sunset eyes fall upon the den of his everything. It was then his vision seemed to zoom in, his eyes catching the form of another near his universe, near all. His pupils dilate as his red hackles raise like a fire burning in midnight. With parts of dead bodies hanging from his mouth, the brute rushed forward, large paws pounding against earth to reach the den with haste. Andras felt the need to protect overcoming him like smoke filling a room. He could not ignore it, and he was blinded completely by it. Andras normally had no problem with Eclipse, she is a subordinate who is friends with his Lillith, but Andras had the bond of souls grasping his neck. He knew not what he was doing, nor who he was going after. He needed to protect Lillith from intruders, and his need to see his children with his eyes was also strong within him. Call it a fatherly instinct, from a bond stronger than any other in Moladion.

Andras dropped the gifts for his Lillith, blood slipping from his powerful jaws. There was a look of insanity in his eyes, as he lunged forth with all the weight of his massive body, aiming to plow his shoulder into Eclipse and push her away from the den with great force. He knew not that it was Eclipse, he knew not what he did, he knew only protecting what is apart of him. Lillith was corned in her den, and no one was going to threaten her. Saliva pools in his mouth, tinged with red as he snarls viciously at the intruder. His fangs were impressive as he would try to stand tall above Eclipse, his tail lashing, but held high in dominance. The Archduke was here, to protect and serve his Lillith. Andras would step closer to Eclipse if she dare get close to the den, and he would snap his jaws at her if she dare defy him. Eclipse better know her place, or hope that Lillith tells him to stand down.

"My...Lillith. My children. Mine." he commanded, his voice bellowing and loud, dark and deep like a endless pit. He had never felt such strong possession before in his entire life, but it felt more than just right. Before, he would not have bat an eye at Eclipse hanging around Lillith's den...but the bond of souls, of demons souls, it was a wicked thing that made Andras thick with rage at anyone near her in a delicate time.