He is finding that his irritation is growing deeper with each day. Irritation that the demons were growing stagnant like the very waters in which they dwell. He could feel the urge to start shit with someone, anyone, acting like an itch he wasn't supposed to scratch. But oh, how he did love to scratch. He was not fond of waiting around for orders. He was bound to killing Angels simply due to his demon blood and code, but Andras cared not who he sunk his fangs into at this point. He would start shit with anyone at this point, and he wasn't going to lay waste any longer.

Sure, he had children to teach and take care of. He showed them all how to take care of their bodies. How to make sure they would be physically a fit as they could be. Elesor was not the first child he wanted. He was not pleased with her defect. Lillith had determined that she was well enough to live, and yes, her limbs and frame were fine, but her ear was not on the inside. It was deaf, and Andras only felt an anger when she did not hear what everyone else could. Siren, too, held a disappointment, for she was small and physically weak. And yet, there was something about her iron will that did not stir his anger like his first daughter. Maybe, it was because she was so much Lillith...and the fact that Lillith favored the young girl. He could not deny a child that was held so dear, and was so similar, to his imprint. His sons, however, were true demonic specimens. Strong and built like true demons. Born of an imprint bond. Andras was more than satisfied with them. But they were not enough to satisfy his lust for trouble, for action of some sort. He can only stand to be around his children for so long, especially when they are young, before he has to leave and find something more...mature to handle.

The crags are not too far off from the rot and moist landscape of Iromar. It is a close place of rocks and waterfalls. Andras was not seeking anyone in particular, nor was he going anywhere specific. He was simply bored, wishing for something to spark his interest once more. The demons will rise again, and he will make sure of it, but he needed some time away from the swamps. New scenery and new scents. One scent caught his attention, and it was close. Despite his imprinting and mate hood with Lillith, Andras still could not resist to follow the scent of a lingering female, if only just for a little fun.

She comes into view. A white cloud among the jagged world of rocks. He watches with his sunset eyes, a dark shadow tainted in blood. He notices how she walks. She does not treat one paw like the others. Perhaps she failed to injure her prey. Perhaps she had a spat with a another predator. Perhaps he would approach and find out. He held no smile as he confidently pushes forward. No smile, but that doesn't mean his left fang doesn't shine through the split in his black muzzle. A gift from the wolf who fought with Diveen. He permanently had a fang gracing his visage, a ghastly sight on his scarred, otherwise handsome and chiseled body. As he gets closer though, he does allow a slick smile to appear on his muzzle, the split in his lip only growing wider with such a gesture. He could get a better wiff of her now. Her scent was sweet, yet tainted with something...Diveen. Being white, he would not be surprised if she was one of them, but maybe, there was another reason for her scars.

"My, my, you arn't looking so good. Tell me, what prey has torn you so badly? Or was it your own kind?" he said in a dark and sinister tone, one that was laced with curiosity. He notices the black upon her eye, a thing most strange. She may not be an Angel after all. That black may just be the thing that spares her. He may be bored, lusting for action, but Andras also knows that Iromar is in need of others. They need numbers, and he cannot be so quick to judge. Sometime...sometimes he uses his head instead of acting on impulse. This may be one of those days.