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.

She watches as her son emerges. This was her boy, the creature she had born. When had he gotten so big? To her, her children all were still so young. Still full of puppy-hood and yet in her own mind she knew that she had already started to make a name for herself when she was his age. Albeit, it was a more positive name that that of traitor. Of betrayer. Of saboteur. She was known to be the biggest of her line, the rarest marked, and she lived up to her markings. There were throats ripped out for less when she was his age without a moment's thought as to the cause for it all. But age had slowed her blood-lust, and gave her patience where there had been none. Ishtar had matured, had been in love, and had birthed three litters. Her five children were her legacy but it was yet to be seen exactly what sort of legacy they would give her.

He emerges, and does not keep her waiting. He had shown such promise before this situation appeared. She watches as he grovels in front of her, submitting as far into the ground of Iromar as he can possibly go. She sits quietly, watching with pricked ears and the hair on her scruff raised. There was no question as to who was the dominant creature in this instance. She would be on top of him in a moment should he move falsely. Though her heart always had a soft spot for her children, it did not mean that she was afraid to punish them. He doesn't even bother to make eye contact with her and out comes a slightly muffled truth. She listens, her lip curling just slightly as he confesses to everything that the rumors had been whispered into her ears. She had hoped it was a lie. She had hoped that it something that was mistaken.

There was a growl that grew in the Blood Mouth's throat, but then the reason behind such actions was revealed. Imprinted. Her eyes grow wide in the confession and she snaps her jaws at him, though she does not make contact with his flesh. It was frustration that caused such an act. She stands over him for a moment before she stepped away and instead turned her gaze towards Iromar. She murmurs quietly, almost to herself. "I wonder if the Elders would of sent us on this mission if they had known the black magic this land holds over souls." She sighs heavily, revealing a little known fact about herself to her son. "I understand the feeling on this imprinting...as I have also imprinted." She tries to be softer but it was a minimal change in her voice. She glances back to her son. "You break the demonic code on attacking pregnant females again, and I will make sure you never have any children of your own. You cross me again, and I will make sure that I will only have four living children. Do you understand me Saqr?" She stares him down, an unrelenting act of dominance, refusing to break such a gaze until he broke it first. "As to the girl, she is welcome here under your protection and by her consent. If you steal her again, especially from her children there will be consequences. Everything I do, I have a reason in doing. Upset my plans again and you will find yourself being sent back to Hell to be judged by the Elders and I can promise you they will not have a Mother's leniency."

ISHTAR.