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 head snapped up quickly while her eyes found Haedes figure easily. It was a familiar sight to behold even if it brought back memories of the wars they had fought side by side. They had history. They had seen Baphomet's flesh in tatters and watched him rally his troops to fight all that harder. She had stood side by side with Haedes, chests heaving and blood fresh on their tongues. She had seen slaughter of battlefields and culled the wounded as needed with him. The General of Baphomet was no stranger and yet, she had found herself always keeping a small distance between them, especially when she and Baphomet had conceived their first litter. It had never been the brother-sister relationship that she felt for Andras. There had always been something in her that knew she could not be close to Haedes. Perhaps it was that she had always known him to be a temptation against her affections for Baphomet. Logically, Baphomet was the better choice. He was taller, heavier built. He was far more dominant and no female was more dominant than Ishtar. Their children had been healthy, strong and except for the exception of one--extremely well marked. And not only that...that voice could leave her shaking with the words that rumbled off his tongue. She had been happy with Baphomet and not once did her affections stray from him, but Haedes had always been someone that she had purposely held a distance between. There was an unspoken agreement between them.

But Baphomet was dead, and though he frequently crossed her mind (bidden and sometimes not) there was nothing that she could do or say that would bring him back. He lived on through his children, who were strong, intelligent and vicious. And she was proud of them. Yet a spring without puppies of her own was not good for her mind set. She was not like Rogue who could do without puppies for the entirety of her life. One of hidden characteristics of Ishtar was that the Blood Mouth adored her children and was always extremely protective of them. She was an excellent mother and brought her children up in the ways of the Demonic Code. Zaqar's ancient tongue was spoken as if he had been born in Hell and he spoke it all his life. In short, Ishtar missed being a mother and all the fun that came before it. It was just that she would not lower herself to breed with any of the Moladion wolves, and the thought of Andras on top of her was...too odd to really consider.

She takes in his figure, roaming from his face down to his shoulders and considered his overall physique. He was not too differently built from Baphomet, and the years had been more than kind to him. He smirked at her, his boyish charm still decidedly intact. She rolled her eyes at him. "And some would find it an honor to have their Alpha come for a personal visit." She watched him consider her and yet like a child he cannot sit still, dashing off behind the mound of his hill. He returns with a still warm rabbit and gives him a curious look as he presents his prize to her. She pauses for a moment before an amused smile presents itself on her face and she takes the rabbit. Quickly she tears into the abdomen of the meal, and she consumes most of the liver. She sits back onto her haunches, licking her lips and considering Haedes for what seemed like eternity before she inhaled and stared him down. "Why are you here Haedes?" The question was softly spoken, as if she was weary from her internal questioning and thoughts as to his purpose here.

ISHTAR.