She had not noticed him as she entered the thin lines the separated the lands of hell with the lands of misery. He recognized her even in the pouring rain. Such markings are unforgettable, a sign of who she is if she likes it or not. Yes, he knew the female quite well, and he knew her patience would wear thin. He was not one to care about the rain as it drenched his dark pelt in the thin line of trees where he watched. This is his land, and nothing was going to stop him from watching his borders for intruders. It is a bit of an obsession, a simple excuse to rip into the flesh of some unsuspecting victim.

Yet she was not one to be attack on this day. Or was she? Well, Andras could have a little fun, couldn't he? With a devilish grin spreading onto the meat of his black visage, cracked with the lightning white of his tooth, he begins to slide like a wet snake among the foliage still quite a distance away. He had grown to know the land quite well, and the beast made from the flames of hell itself was known to beat along the same paths on his daily work out. The paths were crafted in quite a creative manner, for the Lord of Demons does not make it easy upon himself. He avoids certain areas completely, and he jumps over obstacles and dead branches. He knows it like he knows the back of his paws, and anyone who dare attempt to catch him would certainly fail. He even knows such things in the darkness, with only the flashes of lighting every now and then. Yes, could even tell that it was Nakki in the dim light, at least, so he thought.

As she begins to sniff her nose into dens, Andras then reveals himself from the foliage that was his hellish cover. His heavy paws slap the mud below, thunder bellowing above announcing his presence for all to hear. His red bloddied pinnacles stand upon his neck, aggression laced so thickly upon his muscular frame. He is even more defined with his melted pelt, a true form of pure demonic desire.

As he comes upon her form, he lets out a darkened growl that mixes with the sound of rain. As he does so, he rushes forward, seeking to meet his form with hers. He does not wish to touch her yet, but to simply meet her face to face, only inches away with teeth blaring like the sun. He will stop before her, eyes bearing down upon her like a train. Simply because he knows her from years past, doesn't mean she will get a free pass. He needs to test her, to see her reaction, to have a little fun before she is allow to reside where she belongs, for in truth she will belong here. Welcome to Iromar, Nakki.