The Demon is aware of all things, at all times. Since the fall of Ishtar, the midnight black wolf had decided that she would step up to her name. No longer would she be known as the sister-in-law of a wolf who stood as leader no more. No longer would she be known as the mate of the absent Inugami, dear brother to Ishtar. She would simply be known as Vera, the fastest Demon in Hell as well as Moladion, the exquisite markings upon her thick and lush black tail speaking true. Even now, she is within the shadows, silent and downwind, watching the small group in their interactions. There are two pack wolves, and there are two loners. Unlike- or so it seems- to the others, Vera knows just what these two loners are. They are as some of the pack- cannibals, wolf eaters, but their thirst and hunger knows no bound. All it takes is a simple observation from her deep sapphire irises to know this, and to know that words are useless in the situation before her. And yet still it seems her packmates are given to spew useless words- putting themselves immediately below the strangers in their speech, and of course her own self.

The soon-to-be-Archduke felt no need to intervene in the happenings, as she fully expected the Iromar wolves to take care of themselves. However, when the strange wolf of white, scarlet and charcoal moved forward and toward the young male Naberius, the Demon would have none of it. She did not allow time for the female to complete her attack and give her time to move away. In a flash, her lithe and slender paws brought her muscled frame between the two- if she was in the path of fangs, so be it, let them rip into her flesh and allow her in turn to show them what a true Demon was. But regardless of that, she was fluid in her movement and never stopped to speak, gesture, or even consider. Parting her slender and more than beautiful muzzle only slightly, she doesn't aim to grapple but instead slam her exposed canine against the temple of the female, hoping to give her a shock and a warning to back the fuck off. Only then would her stance change, her thick black and crimson streaked tail raising above her haunches in both dominance and confidence. Let the pair come and see what they have made out of Fate for the both of them.

No glance or even acknowledgement is given to either pack member. They should know damn well who she is, and, if not, then it was their loss. And if they even considered for a moment that this was for them she would undoubtedly be laughing in their face soon enough. For this wasn't about them, for it was never about anyone but herself. Vera, though not officially ranked as she would one day be, considered herself already one of the most dominant and relevant wolves in Hell, let alone within Moladion. The shit place they had come, in hopes to acheive shit dreams. If only the Elders could see them now. But her beliefs were not built out of arrogance- but rather mere confidence. She knew her skill, she knew how to fight and there weren't many that could match her. Out of all the wolves within Iromar, Andras and Lillith were undoubtedly the only ones able to give her a run for her money. Baring her sharp canines once more at the female, her warning growl is so low and deep that it was almost impossible to pick up- and yet it was still there.

She stood her ground in front of the boy, her posture more than dominant as she laid claim to him in a fashion that the pair would understand. Yes. They were primal, primitive things and Vera could tell by a simple glance at them. Glorious and beautiful they might be- the both of them, and utter perfection, she was no fool. The Demon enjoyed pretty and appealing things, and had it happened another way, she might have even given her hand at claiming the two herself- but be as it was, they were here, on her turf, in her home, attempting to claim what is hers. And Vera did not share. Turning her deep ocean gaze to the black one then for but a moment, her glance has but one meaning- to stay where he was, or back the fuck away before her fangs found his throat. They might just see her as another obstacle to get through before the prize, but she would be damned if they got any sort of jump on her. The male was bigger, and the female smaller, Vera being somewhere inbetween- but she knew she was quicker than both. She had to be, as she made it a point to always be the one quicker, always be the one a step ahead.