He wanted to rip the flesh off of bones and hear the screams of terror ring in his ears. He wish to listen to the soft huff of Lillith's breath as she filled her belly to the brim with the remains of the little male's body. It was not be. He could feel every little inch of anger that filled the body of his very soul, the female side of himself raging and seething like a hound chained just out of reach from its prey. He so wanted to bite down upon those very chains, to free her to do whatever it is she desired. He had failed to hold the small male down. Andras' jaws had torn Iblis's very flesh, ripped it away and felt the little wolf's fangs rip into his very own muzzle. Andras did not care about his own injuries, he only cared that Lillith did not get the kill she desired. They would find him, Iblis, in time. They would find him and make him bleed until he is just a pile of fur and bones. Flies will gather and devour his very soul, in a wicked display of Demon superiority. His scent will be remember, and if he ever catches it again...if he ever...

She did not wish him near so he did not approach. The burly male of muscle and havoc moved behind her, keeping his sunset eyes fixated on her as she walks. She is slower. He could feel her very essence in pain, physical and mental as she contemplates what could have gone differently. The injuries on his hip was rather superficial, only mildly painful but he still found a dark sort of pleasure from it. It was the new mark on his muzzle that stung the most. Flesh is missing and he bled plenty, dripping on the ground in a trail of misery. His top lips was going to be separated permanently, with a single fang exposed at all times if he likes it or not. It did not bother him. He hardly cared. He still had his teeth and the muscle to hold rip apart Iblis. He would find him to please his Lillith.

Their forms entered Iromar, with Andras still following behind Lillith at the distance she desired. He would hear her growls if he wandered too close, returning a low rumble but really, he did exactly as she wished. He would always do as she wished, his blackened demoness from Hell was his everything. It was the very duty of his existence to be what she needed. A bond that he cannot explain to the other demons with any sort of clarity.

The thick brute kept to Lillith as they separated from the group. His eyes can see every little change in muscle movement, especially when her head begins to turn. He can tell simply by the movement of his fur what she was going to do, and when her sweet vixen vocals ring in the air, he can feel his very hackles trembling in bliss. His breath is hot and rising like smoke in the cold air as she tells him to come forward, and without hesitation his bulk moves forward to close the gap between them. He loves it when she gives him that smile, a smile so great that it causes his body to wish to purr. Instead, a deep growl in the tones of a lion's roar linger in his throat. Growls of pleasure as she gifts him with her touch.

His tongue caresses his wounded muzzle, but his yellow and violet eyes stay locked on with hers. Locked on to see deep into her blackened pupils. Images of their battle together ring through his head. He can see the wild look on her face as she reaches to break at Iblis's spine, and the corner of his lips pull back in a sly grin. He lifts his injured wound, feeling the flesh rip apart slightly and it increases the intensity of his growl. His eyes remained locked in what seemed to be an eternal dance with hers, a curse and a blessing. He reached to snap at her neck, a snap that held no pain within it if he does catch hold of her blackened pelt. His grasp would be firm and gentle, as he would aim to please. His nares would inhale her scent, and he would let go to lick his injured lip that left blood stained on her pelt if he came in contact. His tail was held high behind him, giving the slightest of wags as a tremor of pleasure carried from one end to the other. She was a delight on the battlefield, and it only sought to arouse him. They were a pair of perfection. They moved in sync like no others. He wanted more with Lillith, something he never thought would never happen. Yet, it was her move. It was not the demonic way for him to offer mate hood, it was hers. It did not mean, however, that he couldn't hint to it.

"Lillith, we move as one. We are...as one. Do you not agree?" he teased in a deep and alluring voice, pulling his very muzzle to her ear so his words would ring hot in her ears. He would not touch her, no. He would only allow his breath to tickle her fur as his eye set forth on her with an aura passionate. No injury was going to keep him from her. Not now or ever. He would swallow the world whole if that is what it took, and he knew she could feel that very same feeling within herself. He just knew.