She was no longer here. She had faded away, her blood soaking the land of Iromar for one last time. He felt her being ripped away from him, like her very eyes were pulled out by crazed birds. He had seen her body, smelled the scents of Siren and some other near it. He knew not what happened, and it didn't matter during the seething rage that burned in his heart. He could not feel her any longer, and his direction in life was completely lost as his mind slowly drifted to a realm no mind wishes to go, a realm that screams and yowls in pain. He wanted another to feel his pain. Anyone.
His fangs did not hide behind their shadowed veil. They were wide out in the open, flared as his red fur stands on edge. Each step almost shook with anger as he did not know where he went, he did not have a single thought, just the anger the seethed within, the missing part of him like a void that will never be filled. His breathing was labored, each breath causing a sharp pain, each step a step without Lillith's beating heart.
The scent that came to his nose though, caused only his skin to curl and tighten. He never forgot a scent. He knew this scent well, etched into his mind. He had hoped he was dead. He and Rogue found this scent so long ago. His son that deserved not to be. Lillith wanted him dead. Lillith wanted him dead and he smells him now. It burns, the smell. It burns and it causes him to let out a blood curdling yell, his tongue licking his nose in wild desperation to rid himself of such a stench.
He marched forward, barreling through every bush that may stand in his way. There is a madness in his eyes, a lack of shine in their wide openings as he snarled, mouth open as the image of the boy suddenly comes into view.
He is an ugly thing. Small. Puny. Covered in whites. He pauses for a moment, breathing hard as he stares at him with ears forward, nose wrinkling at the sight of him. He licked his nose again, trying to get his scent off, and he remembered how badly Lillith wanted his illegitimate child dead. Now, he stands before him, so pathetic, so horrid. He was a symbol of all things terrible, a symbol of what Lillith wanted dead. He steps forth with each step deadly, a vicious snarl slashing towards him, despite being a good 15 feet away.
"YOU. You are supposed to be DEAD, dead like the rest, food for worms. You should have never existed..." he boomed, stepping closer and closer, staring him down, his eyes never leaving him for a second. He suddenly dashed forward, insanity driving his actions. He is a wolf that never neglected to exercise his body, to perfect what he was given, and surprisingly he is faster than one would assume, the adrenaline of his anger and sorrow driving him forward like lightning.
"She wanted you dead, so die" he snarled, his jaws lashing out like a powerful viper. His fangs will attempt to land on his scruff, where the shoulders and neck meet. He wanted to rip the boy up, tear him piece by piece, to see the terror in his eyes as he destroys what he created. He will attempt to grab whatever he is given, and viciously shake his head, so violently one would be surprised if Andras did not shake his own brain to oblivion.