If thou openest not the gate to let me enter,
I will break the door, I will wrench the lock,
I will smash the door-posts, I will force the doors.
I will bring up the dead to eat the living.
And the dead will outnumber the living.

Her ears pricked more and her eyes widened just slightly in surprise that Saqr's imprint came sprinting in. Didn't she have another dog's pups to take care of? What sort of mother was she? And yet, the words that tumbled out of her mouth was a plea for understanding and forgiveness for her son. Ishtar was confident that she would never truly understand imprinting, though secretly she knew that she would do anything she could for Ragnar. She turned her yellow-gold eyes towards Kane and regarded him for a moment as he lectured her on how to be a good ruler. She sighed heavily, and the edges of her mouth curled up in displeasure at such a scolding. He seemed more to her like a little boy in a paper crown that was having a temper tantrum than a true King worthy of his regal bearing. "Perhaps you should get the whole story and talk to those under your ruling before rushing off to lecture me on how I rule." Her words were dead serious without the touch of playful sarcasm. She turned to Katsumi and in a rare dead addressed the girl first. "Thank you for exposing the truth to your hot headed King. You, and you alone are welcome here should you find Diveen no longer suiting your needs or you need protection of any kind."

Again Kane scolded her as a teacher does a child and her lips raised higher and her hackles began to rise. And yet before she can make a reply, the scrawny frame of Paldor emerges from the mists with his words viciously cutting through the mists. She drops her aggressive stance to listen as he rambles. She tilts her head watching him as he progresses. She had forgiven him for being colored white a long time and now considered him one of the Fallen. A demon without the blood or color to prove it. And yet she had never seen him so vicious or violent. To be honest there was a part of her that was excited to see the reaction of the Paper King. Although as he got to the point of Ruvindra being mauled, well, a look of concern came over her dark features. There would be retribution, there would a trial, judge, and sentence to this Devil May Cry. And most likely, there would be an execution. Her lips curl up to the maximum amount, exposing the slightly yellowed canines and the bright pink gums. Her stance was decided stiff and ears pricked forward as her hair stood on end. Anger was building within her and right now, eating puppies sounded delicious though she was not strictly or frequently a cannibal.

Her voice becomes stony cold, deadly serious and her eyes harden at the sight of Kane. "You have one week to produce the creature that harmed my Cerberus. One. Week. If you fail to produce him for his judge and jury, may your Gods save your souls from the wrath that will fall down on you by me and my wolves. Because I promise you this, you will understand why they call us Demons and you will quiver in fear whenever they mention my race, recalling the damage that we did to you and your kind. And should she die Kane...I will take an eye for an eye. And I will take an eye where it most hurts." There was a thinly veiled threat that one of the higher ranking wolves would perish. That they would be tortured and hidden so deep into the swamps and mist that no one would even be able to find the bones to mourn. She snarls at them. "Now get off my borders and tell your Queen that she has one week. There will be no negotiation, no wavering on my edict. One. Week." She lunges but falls short of any real contact on purpose wishing to drive them off but not to actually harm them. Who was the treaty breakers now?

ISHTAR.