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.

Ishtar was returning to Iromar. The war had been difficult, and regardless of the outcome she was extremely proud of those that had joined her side. Iromar had fought hard, they had been vicious. And they had returned more or less intact. Ishtar herself was not exactly in the best of shape. She had a flap of skin that already the few bugs that had managed to survive the frosts and change of weather had decided to attach themselves to her wounds. Eventually she would have to find some sort of healer to attend to her wounds and the rest of Iromar's wounds but for now she was intent on getting back into her marshes and moorelands.

As she crosses the border, she looks for her children. Only Saqr and Lux had chosen to accompany the war party. It concerned her slightly that Jezebeth and Dante did not accompany them. Did they realize that the sooner they killed off this line of Angels or converted them to the Fallen they could return home to Hell? To be honest she was a little disappointed but wanted to make sure they were okay before she turned her attention to Lux and Saqr. As she approached Jezebeth's den, she noticed a rather bruised and broken wolf though she did not know him and knew that he was no one from Diveen.

She paused, her tail flagging high above her haunches and her ears pricked as she watched him. Her lips were raised just slightly and a low growl was emitting from her throat. She was in no mood to deal with intruders or wait around for them to speak and submit themselves to her. She would take answers immediately or he would find himself without a home. She briefly smelt Jezebeth on him and therefore held off with actually attacking him. Besides, she did not wish to expose that two of her legs throbbed with pain and bruising from the war.

ISHTAR.