He had not been truly sent, the Elders had only wanted him to check on Ishtar, having learned of Baphomet's untimely death. Honestly, Haedes had thought Baphomet immortal, having been by his side fighting battle after battle with the angels. He had watched his former commander be taken down, slashed to pieces, and still get back up nd whoop Angelic ass. He had always come out victorious in battle, and to be felled by something as simple as an alligator in a land you chose...It was preposterous. Nonetheless, Haedes had to come and check on his commander's chosen female. He had always had something of a soft spot for the bloodmouth, his silvery eyes had always lit up for her presence. But, Baphomet was always stronger than he was, always one step above him, he had even won Ishtar's heart before Haedes could even get there to battle for it. Sly dog. Now though, Baphomet wasn't here and the time for Ishtar's silent grieving was over. He was sure he could never hold a candle to the light Baphomet gave her, but he could fill the now empty spaces.

He is reflecting in his den, watching Iromar and all her mysteries reveal themselves to his eyes. His orange pupils contract and expand to better his focus on closer objects, hving long since learned the trick of muscular control to make his eyesight better over longer distances. Such a thing was required to get ahead in Baphomet's army, he had always valued those with special gifts for certain traits, such as Andras and his need for blood and fearsome appearence. Suddenly, the Demonic male is up and moving, boredom setting in. His large frame moves silently across the rocky terrain of his den site, tail held down, head low, and gait slinking. He moved toward the stream, eyes scanning over the land and sighting a rabbit. Off he went like a shot in the night, darting after the animal as it ran away. He swerved as the rabbit banked left, the motion ending the rabbit's struggle with a quick snap of his jaws. Hunger was always a good means to exercise, and Haedes was always one to keep his body fit.

He turns, rabbit in mouth, walking back to his near by den. Once he reaches the slight hill, shock filters through his frame. There is Ishtar, peering into his den, and a rather devious smirk crosses his maw. He moves silently, cupping the earth in his paws to stifle any sound the grasses would make as he moves toward her from behind. Setting the rabbit down a few yards away, Haedes came over the top of his den. He sits over the mouth of the small cavern, grinning ear to ear as he does. "You know, some would think it impolite for another to sit blocking the entrance to their home." He watches her, wondering what has brought her here to begin with. His black tail curls around his paws, his elevated position giving Ishtar a good view of the charming grin he wears. Suddenly, he moves once more, dashing over to the rabbit and scooping it up before dropping the animal at her paws. "For you, Bloodmouth." Another smile and he watches her reaction. What did Baphomet have to do to wrap this female around his paws in such a way? Surely Haedes could best him in death!