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We'll bring them pain IP: 71.252.173.85 Posted on October 19, 2014 at 06:01:13 PM by Andras
He knew how different Samael could be. He had seen it before, attacked by his very side in the past. He has seen the viciousness of Samael, and Andras is no fool in that regard. He remembers such times with great clarity once he saw his face once more. The times were slipping away in his mind, becoming dull as other memories and events were to over ride the past. It was such a thing as the mind, to be faulted in that regard. No one can remember everything, and the days of Baphomet...well, many years have passed since then.
Regardless, Samael was back, here again in Iromar. It was a time for simple pleasures, and Samael knew the right time for such things. Andras has went after Aithne and Denali, testing their ability to get excited. Aithne's reaction was mostly what the scarred male expected. His sly smile and playful nip were met with glares and fangs. Her ears fell back, and it obvious she was not pleased. He wondered why she had such a large stick up her ass, but he largely knew nothing of her past, simply that she was a woman who took things rather seriously. A great asset to the pack, but it appears she is incapable of play.
He had dashed off to Denali, but the few wag's of Aithne's tail did not go unnoticed. There is something about her, this he knew, that she was not sharing, reasoning for her lack of action. There was that tinge of excitement that he saw, but nothing else. He had made his way to Denali, Samael making his way as well. She was a creature vastly different from Aithne, the imprint of his son. She, had the mind to play...which wasn't surprising in the least bit. How odd for her to be the imprint of Astaroth, a rather lazy large beast of a brute. She pawed at Samael, and Andras made a booming chortle as Denali aimed for his heels. He sprinted forward, only turning back around when Denali was no longer on his heels.
The small girl went after Samael, her attempts to tackle him well, laughable, and Andras dose laugh, pausing as he turned to watch the situation unfold. He stood, tail lashing back and forth, not like a quick bird, but more like a steady jog. His sunset eyes turned his ripped muzzle toward Aithne, lifting a brow at her as she simply...watched everything unfold. He simply smirked in her direction, before making a masculine 'ha' as he reaches to nip at Denali's tail once more, and then to Samael's tail. He did not use his jaw forcefully. He was capable of great control of his chiseled jawline, and he was not in the business of harming his pack members.