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.

It had been a little over a year since Ishtar had been so rudely uprooted from Hell and brought to Moladion. So much had changed in a year. Her near bonded love, the father of her children had been eaten by a large alligator that had yet to be brought to justice for the death of Baphomet. She had found her soul bound to Ragnar and most importantly, she had been named Queen of Iromar. But when she looked at her youngest son, with all his yearling awkwardness she saw such a hope that it was able to wipe away the secret doubts that she held within her chest. There was a plethora of them lately, and though her Demonic side knew exactly what to do, their sheer numbers were slightly troublesome. It caused her several nights of restless sleep.

She needed to get out of Iromar to clear her head.

She called Zaqar with her, using him for an opportunity to get out. To teach him about he world and to remind her why she kept fighting for Iromar. There had no word from the Elders of Hell as if she had really expected any. She did not know if they knew that their first choosen son, Baphomet, had returned to their origins but she knew that she was expected to fulfill the mission she was already struggling with. She had wanted time to build their numbers, to educate those newly inducted into Demonic culture. And yet, Ruvindra had been mauled by a Diveen wolf. And Diveen had declined to turn him over for punishment. This angered the Bloodmouth.

She waited until her son was at her side before nudging him lightly and looking him over as if to make sure he was all right. Then wordlessly, she moved at a steady pace outside of Iromar and into the freelands. Perhaps she would find Iblis to kill or even another geriatric wolf to come to a quick, violent end the way the old longed to go out. She did not speak first, knowing that her son would undoubtedly have questions as to where and what they were doing. Today Ishtar would not have answers for him. She quickly found herself in the Western Crater. She paused at the small lake that was fed by a waterfall that had multiple nooks and crannies amid it's cold touch.

She looks towards her son before she moves into the waters. These waters didn't have the stagnant smell that Iromar's did and they didn't hold the deadly predators that killed Baphomet. Ishtar waded in and then stuck her head under the water just briefly enough for the water to cover her muzzle. She stood still for a moment, before she made a quick motion and came up with a fish in her mouth. Ishtar then returns to shore and takes the first bite before she pushes it towards Zaqar. It was only then that she just barely scents the other wolf. There was a look around the small lake before she looks up towards the cliffs. It was then that she sees another wolf looking down on them. Salt and peppered colored, she wondered...was it an Angel looking to catch them unawares or was it simple paranoia. She doesn't take those yellow gold eyes away from him for a second, though her ears twitch to and fro in search for any indicators that it would be anything different than a single assassin.

ISHTAR.