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 brother was annoying. Ishtar knew that where Vera went, her short, midget-ish brother would be following behind. It was really inevitable that eventually he would be crossing her borders. Her elder brother was hopelessly lost for her favorite sister-in-law and though they had a very non-traditional (for Moladion) bond, it was something that was revered in Hell. It was a bonded pair. It had not been difficult for Vera to lure Inugami into speaking the words. She almost envied her sister in law. Ishtar would not know what it was like to be bonded to one's true mate. Baphomet was dead. She could only take the sudden arrival from those of her past, Gaara, Inugami, Vera, to mean one thing. The Elders believed her to have failed. And yet, she wondered if the Elders understood how long it had taken them to integrate themselves into the strange cultures of Moladion. She wondered if they had heard the news of Baphomet's demise shortly after the birth of their last son. Life was to be cherished, and so she had waited till Zaqar could survive on his own if the need arose before she made any true plans.

She listened as Inugami's voice as it drifted over the mists of Iromar. She listened as it also called for Vera. She laughed at the thought, had he lost her? Did he misplace her in whatever half-brained idea that he had been engaged in? In true little sister form, she lifted her head to interrupt his own call. If he thought he was going to be annoying, well, she would return the favor. Her heart did race just a little before a deep breath returned it to it's former cadence. She was excited to see her family. Together as youth they had exploded onto the battlefield with such vengeance that they were proclaimed true Demons. They had laughed as the blood poured from jugulars. They had feasted on enemy carcasses until there was barely anything left for vultures. Theirs had been a Golden period. And then Baphomet had errupted onto the scene and captured her heart. It was he that had named her the Blood Mouth after a particularly grisly battle. Everything changed after that.

Ishtar approaches at a lazy pace, feeling no need to rush at the calling of her brother. She saw him, just three paces on the wrong side of the borders. Her hackles rose, the hair on her scruff rose, making her all the more imposing. And yet she did not rush him, she did not attack him or even increase her pace. He did it to irritate her in a manner that he knew would be successful and she would not give him the benefit of seeing just how rageful she could be. Instead she sits in front of him and waits him out. She was the more dominant in this instance and she would wait until he spoke first, thus submitting himself to her presence.

ISHTAR.