Mother and father had new children. That meant he had new siblings. Did he like it? Not particularly. He had a new brother and a new sister but they were small, loud but small. Still, it meant he had been pushed out of the den and away from his parents, into his own hole in the ground. It lacked the same homely touches as his birthplace - it was not lined with bones and torn apart earth, and it did not reek of his family. Dare he say it? He missed being in trouble with his mother, and in trouble with his father. Now, he was simply bored, frustrated without relief and endlessly searching for something to keep him occupied. Siren was always too busy being small and playing with that Nakki, and Naberius had been the same.

Like any other day, he had spent it trying to mark over his father's markers. Besides, he was obviously the best choice for the next Demon Lord. At two years old, he was already over one hundred pounds, a stocky, brick-like creature with a neck of pure russet. It's not like he needed to prove it but still, he did. Like his father, after all, he was a headstrong creature, intent on smashing through any obstacle rather than thinking his way through it: like a gun, he only needed to be pointed in the right direction. Today's right direction was the scent of a stranger, feral and reeking of the outside world. As he sniffed and tasted the scent, he bristled, his hackles rising to attention as he began to amble after the scent. Strangers never lasted long in Iromar, even if they did not immediately face his mother or father.

He was sure to approach from behind the noises up ahead, hearing the sloshing of mud and reeds after the call from that girl - Hepzibah. He knew her. They had played in the body of that torn apart alligator. Once, she had been a Princess and yet... he did not know why she was no more. She was bigger than Siren. In fact, she was the biggest Demon woman of his age and thus, he liked her. He had his father's... love for women of good taste even now. Besides, she was a Demon by blood and thus, when he heard the unknown growls of another, he could not slow himself down. Nobody was permitted to trespass, and they were permitted even less to touch one of his kind.

Charging forward, he moved like a battering ram, lined up with the elder female as he splashed and bounded through the marshy ground. They were almost evenly matched for height, though even from a distance he knew he outweighed her - he outweighed most his age, let alone adults. His intention was clear enough as a snarl erupted from his chest: he was going to slam into her if he could, and he would not stop. If she fell, then he would trample over her. If she did not, then he would keep charging until she did.