His eyes did not linger on the dim crust of water long. He was always one to keep his sunset orbs looking around, searching, aware. There are many threats that linger just in the depths of the waters. The large lizards with teeth enjoy munching on the less aware creatures that come for a drink. What a horrible death really, coming up fill ones self up with the liquid of life, only to be ambushed and have your head chewed off. It actually sounds rather fun, as Andras thought of it, a sly grin pulling at his black lips. Too bad Baphomet had to fall to such a terrible fate..

The air is filled with the scents of death and rot. It was easy to distinguish the lovely stench of another living being. Andras sure did enjoy the particular strong smell a female gave out. It was much more pungent than that of a male. Of course, Andras did have a brain that loved the smell of females that are particularly....dirty. There was no scent displeasing to Andras, for he was wired to even love the smell of shit and death. Even the slightest tinge of an unknown female dancing in the air triggered the hair on his spine to quiver in pleasure. Yet, his tie to Lillith has...changed him, to some extent. He no longer acted the same around the females that tempt him so, for it would displease her, at least, going to far may. Lillith had her own little sadistic side, and she would likely enjoy him having a little harmful fun every now and then.

As the she wolf edged closer int the mists, so did her scent. He could feel the tingle in his nose, and his head twitched in the direction that it came from. He did not lift it from the grasses just yet, choosing to keep his head down as his sunset eyes peer out for any signs of this...new female, new toy if he could, but must not. He did not know it was a demon that lurked near by, only that it was an unknown female. Only demons are for certain free of his wrath, less they betray their kin.

His sunset eyes of violet fading to orange and yellow, gaze off into the distance in search of a form that may accompany the scent, a scent he hoped he wasn't making up in his mind. He was rather bored, agitated. When his eyes set upon the female, he merely stared at her with his head still down, taking her in as she watch him from a distance. His eyes narrow at her sight, seeing that she is not pack, no she is not, but she looks as if she is demon. Black fur, crimson markings. Yet, she is not pack. Dare she tread upon Iromar land? Being the Archduke, he would not tolerate such disobedience.

Andras lifted his head up out of the grasses and filth of Iromar. Scars from battles past easily seen upon his black and red pelt. With his powerful legs he pushed forth, walking with haste towards her in a manner rather aggressive in nature. His ears were perked forward, his tail held high behind him and he did not hesitate to keep his head well above hers. As he rushed forward, a single fang exposed itself to her, followed by a light airy snarl. Nothing too threatening, but a warning that needed to be heard. The brute barreled towards her, stopping only a mere foot away , starting her down eye to eye with no hesitation or fear. He was a hardened muscular brute, built to brawl and to overpower. Yet, she sports the pelt of a demon, and Andras wasn't about to take his usual...pleasure in her scent as he would if she was not of his kind.

"You are aware you are trespassing on the land of Demons, yes? State your name and your business here," he roared, his voice naturally deep and harsh. His fang still remained revealed, showing he was prepared to rip her limb by limb if she wished harm upon his people. Andras was the protective type to those he considered family, and little did he know of Vera's true demonic nature.