death incarnate & night triumphant

The conversation that he had, had only moments before still rolls around in Andras's head. The man clearly knew who he was and in all his centuries, the faerie lord had never felt fear such as this. The anger that rose in him was equivalent to the day he found his sister and mother slaughtered in their own home and yet, he never had a chance to feel fear for them, only the aftereffects of grief and rage. He should've walked away when he had the chance, he should've scared Lani away. Andras knew this was a possibility but he had convinced himself that he could protect her. How very wrong he was.

A killing calm wraps him completely as his massive black appendages carry him swiftly through the sky, eyes glued to the ground. That fear and panic is tucked away, simply because that rage overtakes him, violence wafting off him in waves. The beating sound of an additional wing beat has him whirling around, his teeth bared in a snarl, nothing human remaining on his face as he allows that more predatory side to take over. It takes a moment for his brain to recognize that familiar face and its only when his voice drifts over to him, does Andras allow that snarl to drop from his voice, though death remains in his eyes as he regards Troy. Andras is hardly able to form words as a mix of emotions plow through him and he the faerie feels like he's going to throw up. Swallowing the urge, he shakes his head, "It's Lani," he growls, his hazel eyes traveling the ground once more. He knew he had hardly spoke about Lani to many of his members of court, with the exception of Dorian.

"I made a mistake," he admits, his eyes narrowing in pain as his wings keep him lofted in the air as they converse, "I pushed her away and now someone took her. I don't know where she is and I think... I think someone is trying to perform the ritual on her," Andras says, eyes glazing with pain at the thought. He needed to find her, now. He wouldn't allow it, Lani didn't deserve to go through that, to have her life turned upside down. Grunting, he turns in the air and continues his patrols, "I need to find her Troy, will you help me?" He calls over his shoulder as he takes off through the sky. There was hardly time for Andras to wait and allow the faerie to decide, it had already been seven days, they could already be beginning the ritual. Heading east, he exits the city, his wings beating furiously as he scans the ground. He knew she was at least heading to Willowhaven, it was a start, though he knew there was a chance she could be somewhere in the city.

Death hovers around him as his eyes pick up out that familiar car of hers parked on the side of the road. Tilting his body into a dive, he lands with ground shattering force, the man hardly pausing before he breaks into a run towards the car. Reaching for the passenger handle, he, quite literally, rips the door off and tosses it to the side, that inhuman strength filling his bones. Ducking his head into the car, he flares his nostrils as he scents the car. Lani's scent was everywhere and yet, it was stale. Days old. He had been right. This must've happened days ago. Eyes widening, he doesn't allow that panic to take ahold of him as it grips his chest tightly. Stalking around the vehicle, he continues to scent to air and as he moves a touch farther away from the car, he can't help but pick up the smell of fear; Lani's fear. It was like ripping his heart out of his chest as he follows her scent, only for it to disappear several feet later. Clearly her attacker had access to a vehicle, which made his tracking all that much more difficult.

Flaring his wings slightly, he casts out that affinity as far as he can, allowing the thoughts of others to fill his mind. Closing his eyes, he moves through the voices in his head one at a time, trying to find something, anything that might give him a clue on the whereabouts of Lani. Not only was Lani out of range, but so were her attackers and the longer he stood here meant a slimmer chance at finding his mate. Growling, he launches himself into the sky once more before he begins circling, starting small and allowing them to grow larger as he flies, allowing that affinity to be constant. Andras prayed she was in the vicinity, he didn't have time to scour the city, let alone circle it, there were far too many voices there for him to successfully pick out Lani. And it is then, he hears his name on her thoughts, fear and anguish filling her to the brim that has Andras halting mid air, even dropping a few feet before he throws his wings out to catch him. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? his brain screams as he listens to her, the man too far away to project his thoughts into her mind.

There was hardly anything out here except for rolling hills and cattle and yet... that was a farm a mile away, a dusty black vehicle parked in the driveway. It was his only lead as he changes his route, heading towards that singular farm. It seemed so at odds to what might be happening there, a quiet, peaceful little farm and yet, when he lands on the ground, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, he picks up Lani's scent again, stale but it was leading into that house. It is rage that utterly consumes him, he would tear apart her attackers piece by piece and enjoy it.

Andras Steinhello darling