The raging sun of the mid afternoon beamed downward at the beast. It was not the heat he would succumb to but the blazing burn that was begin to form upon his upper back and rear. It was time for the beast to find shade until the sun fell and the moon began her reign. Thus, the albino male slithered his way into the beautiful forest before him. A slight phosphorus scent made its way into his nose as he neared the hot springs. The earth was dampened which gave his delicate pink pads a much needed break from harder ground. The thick canopy above provided plenty of shade for Hannibal to hide beneath for the time being. The beast slinked his way deeper into the forest until he found the springs themselves. Pools of hot, bubbling, water came into his eager gaze. A gentle smile slipped across his two-toned lips as he began to move between the pools. Pink and blue eyes eyed each pool of water, it seemed they all varied in depth and heat. Some seemed to bubble more then others which showed there was more gas being emitted. Hannibal finally settled near a more shallow and less abrasive pool near the outskirts of the area. He decided to plop down at the edge of the water with his belly to the ground. The slender head of the partially-albino babe flicked around in curiosity. The smells of gas and nature itself was an easy distraction to any newcomers or prey. Therefore the male kept his wits about him while still attempting to relax before another long journey in the evening. speech action

She had begun to venture a bit away from the only water source she knew existed in this land - hell, she couldn't stay there forever. Well, she could, but did she want to? Not really. Especially with that pack nearby, it would only be a matter of time before one of their wolves came by and kicked her in the ass to get a move on. Perhaps she was being a bit dramatic; they seemed like a jolly bunch judging from their leader. That didn't do much for her nerves, though. She enjoyed the solitude even if it did get lonesome at times. Everest couldn't see herself, she thought as she traveled through the woodwork of trees and followed a specific scent of steam and phosphorus, ever following someone again. It just didn't sit well with her - being commanded to do things against her better nature. At the thought, her skin bubbled in agitation beneath her fur, a huff falling from her, ears flattening against her skull. Her yellow eyes scanned the soil with each step she took, and to her surprise, as she continued her trek, it became softer. The hard terrain softened and as her eyes narrowed: it was just like what the land did back at that other lake. Had she gone in a damn circle? An almost-groan nearly escaped her cavernous mouth before being abruptly shut down when she exited the confines of the trees. Water - but not the water. The groan turned into a sigh, her fur flattening from previous thoughts as curiosity forged in the crevices of her mind. Ears pivoting forward, Everest was baffled at the fact that there was heat emanating from the water; steam too. This land was so fucking weird. Slowly, she trotted towards the bank and let the water brush against her front paws. Warm. Blinking in surprise, she shifted her weight and began to walk deeper. She hadn't noticed the stranger. "Speaking"

The handsome beast had lowered his guard slightly, resting his head upon two hefty paws. A little sigh was emitted but not loud enough to alert others. His eyes slowly fluttered shut and he succumbed to the sounds of bubbles and flowing water. His ears flicked every now and again but otherwise he was rather still. One may think he was snoozing or dead even. He was not too concerned about predators, Hannibal believed he would be able to hear or smell an intruder if they came too close. Yet, as moments passed he seemingly drifted along into a light slumber. Tiny huffs could be heard as his breathing became louder. The tickling sound of water moving and the itching feeling of an intruder nearby caused the Wolf to slowly awaken. Pink and blue eyes slowly opened and his vision was rather foggy. The beast turned his head towards the pool in which he laid near and a figure came to view. Hannibal remained still for he was not sure to make of it until he blinked away the haziness. The man perked up, but remained laid down, as he witnessed a babe slip into the heated pool before him. His ravenous gaze took in her earthy tones and a gracious smile began to slip across his salivating lips. The albino took a few moments to remain silent in order to weigh out his -endless- options in this peculiar situation. Did she knew he was there? Was she so bold to awaken a sleeping behemoth? Or was she clueless to his existence? Without any sudden movements the man opened his jaws and emitted his luxurious tones towards her direction. "Someone prick me I must still be dreaming.." He raised a brow and continued, "The Gods bless me on this day with the sight of such an exotic beauty bathing before my eyes." He tilted his head and ran a pink tongue along his horrifically pale lips. The man allowed for his tail to sweep along the ground and curl up along his large form. Hannibal leaned forward with a look of delight in his mutant eyes. A tiny growl would bubble from his throat, his excruciating dominance peeking forth. It is not a threat but merely an involuntary response to the exciting situation. speech action

If she was a frog, the girl would have leapt nearly twenty feet and that was a generous amount. But she was not, in this case, she was not a toad. Instead, she visibly flinched and her fur rocketed up against her spine causing her fur (the parts that weren't wet) to appear far more thicker than a few moments ago. At the words, she snapped her head to the origin of the voice so quickly that she nearly gave herself whip-lash. For a good minute or two she seemed too stunned for words, her jaw unhinging and, if it weren't connected to tendons and muscle, would have fell into the water with a sickening splash. She slowly turned completely around to face him, ears splaying on either side of her head as she snapped out of her vulnerable state of shock. Her brain was deciding on whether to retreat deeper into the water, remain where she was or get out and face up to him. Everest settled on the latter. Alright, smooth stuff, she could do ever better. Her half-wet tail slung at the back of her back, perhaps spraying him with droplets of water, a silly grin playing on her lips as she walked towards him, water splashing as she moved through the weight of the heated waters. As she reached the shore, the girl then shook out her fur purposely onto him, though, she still stood a good few feet away. As she finished, she shrugged her shoulders and tossed him an feigned innocent smile. "Sorry," She mused slowly, leaning closer by stretching out her neck, "What was that?"

Hannibal eagerly awaited a reaction. His eyes remained planted upon her earthy toned bodice, scanning her small frame and her vulnerable form. As his voice rang through the humid air it was evident she was completely caught off guard. The young Wolfess was frozen for a good few moments before all of the cogs began to churn once again. She quickly turned to face him and his eyes quickly began to ravage her facial features. Feasting upon her sunny orbs and elegant markings. As they were now facing one another the beast smiled even heavier, exposing his pearly white fangs with ease. His head pointed downward as he took in each of her movements. Had he just pissed off some sort of mad woman? Or would she play his game? Her illustrious body swiveled through the water and that water logged tail flew through the air. Water droplets pelted his muzzle and front paws. Hannibal flinched ever so slightly but allowed for his tongue to wipe at the moistness now created around his lips. His lips moved from a thick smile to a deepening smirk as she moved towards him. Sadly the stench of the water masked whatever divine scent she may be hiding. His intense gaze never left her own as she moved from the water and onto the shore. Was he to prepare for a fight? Yet, his answer quickly came as she suddenly shook out her fur. Wet tendrils shook and flew through the air. A barrage of water droplets fired down upon his pristine existence. A very quick sneer could be seen as he moved to stand on all fours. Hannibal's belly and under bits were covered in mud but his back and upper half were still alabaster as ever. Despite being rather damp now. As the lean Wolf stood his head pointed downward at the woman. A brow was raised and his sneer moved back towards a sickening smirk. Hannibal took in her smile with ease, it was truly a pleasure to look at. He also took note of their very noticeable height difference, he was about 14 inches taller which allowed him to easily tower over her smaller frame. As her feminine tones lifted into the air he remained still. His front paw pads flexed ever so slightly, his toes moving ever so slightly as they take in the moist earth below. "I apologize for my lack of manners.." Hannibal leaned forward as he spoke in a very gentle tone, but still very baritone due to the nature of his voice. "I am Hannibal Klein." He straightened back up, "Will you grace me with a name of your own, little love?" Each word slid off of his tongue with a certain elegance and nobility. His ears were pointed upward and his chest puffed out enough to show his aching dominance. speech action

For a moment, all was silent. And then he stood and her smile faltered slightly. Aw shit. She didn't really think she ever met a wolf that was even close to her size. She noted the pinkish undertones of his fur, illuminated by his skin as he stretched himself out and stood to his full size - absolutely masculine, the girl had to hold back the urge of rolling her eyes at the dominance display. She flicked an ear at his words, shifting her weight but nevertheless not taking a step back, despite being tiny, she sure as hell could mirror his nature. He sure was smooth in his words and at the apology, she snorted. "Nah, it's cool man." She shrugged, a small after-laugh falling from her lips, her eyes half closing as she explained. "I'm just pulling your leg. I don't care." She looked up at him again and realized she had a pretty hard time focusing on which eye to look at; having two vibrant different colored eyes made it a challenge. She decided on the blue one after a beat. Oh, he slid her the name card. She gave a small half-smile. In a world of fantasy wolves with bright colors and even brighter personalities, what was the importance of names? "Everest." Unfortunately, she dropped her last name a long time ago and she didn't think twice about eliminating it. Slowly, she reclined into a seated position which, unfortunately, made her smaller. Well, time to make herself at home.

The man was not use to brash verbiage and such a lack of manners. Where he came from elegance and nobility was the way of life. Thus, meeting this rather carefree Wolfess he was taken aback, perhaps for the first time in a long while. Not much surprised the man. He had participated in war campaigns and executions, but never face to face with a beautiful ruffian. Most women would have been licking his paw pads at this point but she was a spitfire. A gentle burn of need was evident at the thought of a strong woman playing his game. Perhaps this is what he needed, a challenge. Hannibal took notice in the shifting of her eyes. He knew his coloration and mis match eyes were difficult to read and focus in on. The pink one was dull and colorless, foggy almost. The blue was vibrant and lively. The vision in his pink eye was lessened, mostly in the sunlight. The blue eye had perfect vision but overtime would strain due to the lack of help. Though, he was now consumed by the flash of a smile he witnessed upon her slender muzzle. Hannibal drank it in, her appearance was rather unique to him and he liked that a lot. Everest. The name was let loose into the air with ease. A name that seemingly fit the babe and rolled off her tongue. Perhaps it was real and she was not fooling him with a false title. Hopefully not, but he would believe her nontheless. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Everest." His head dipped down ever so slightly as he spoke. The behemoth stared deeply into her lovely eyes. "Do you live in this region?" Hannibal tilted his head before deciding it may be best to reveal information about himself before interrogating the poor girl. "I am rather new to the East, which is why I ask. You are the first native I have had the honor of encountering." He straightened up as he awaited for her answer, which he assumed would be partnered with some sort of sass. As she had taken a seat the man remained standing for now at least. speech action

She understood how absolutely idiotic it was. Remaining in a seated position, the girl knew how easily he could go for her skull and maim her if she didn’t dart out of the way quick enough. She wasn’t sure why she was showing this specific vulnerability towards him - maybe she was just sleep deprived. Yeah, that sounded like a logical reason. The girl hummed in agreement gently at his chosen words, a small tight smile appearing on her lips as she looked towards the bubbling waters. At the question, she pulled her attention back onto Hannibal. "Uh, not really, no.” She added in quickly towards his question, just as he elaborated on his, slightly overlapping over the inquirement. “I don’t really know where ‘here’ is. I came from the North,” She pointed her snout behind him, but she didn’t say anything more. "Guess we got something in common, newbie.” Her tail sweeped the ground behind her slowly.

Hannibal had no intentions of assaulting this woman. Despite his odd mannerisms the male did not wish for meaningless bloodshed. Of course when it was the time and the place he rather enjoyed digging his claws into warm flesh. But, this was just not it. To perhaps ease the tension the taller Wolf lowered downward onto his rump to sit on the moist earth. Hannibal still towered over Everest but the difference was no longer so dramatic. The beast was further taken a back by this newcomer's verbiage. The pampered pooch was always surrounded by woman trying to woo him over. A maiden's dream would be to produce beautiful heirs and heiresses for the Empire. Yet, the beast never found a woman he suited enough to seal the deal with before the fall of his Kingdom. Thus, unless he was ill-informed Hannibal has no offspring as of yet. Hannibal is a slave to his own desires and pleasure being at the top of the list, so pup-making came very easy to him. Within his prime the behemoth would like to have a few litters, he did not wish to wait too long. He wanted plenty of time to raise perfect pups to carry on the prestigious Klein lineage. It seemed the both of them were new to these odd lands. Neither of them knew exactly where they were except for the usual cardinal directions. From Auster he moved north to explore which led him towards this region within the south. With autumn in full bloom the man would have to make certain to remember these hot springs. Once winter hit such a desirable warmth would be needed. Hannibal continued to eye this smaller fae with a thick smirk across his lips. His confidence was nearly unbearable. "It seems we have a few things in common, love." A black and white muzzle gestured towards the pool to their side. "An escape." He looked back towards the babe with a raised brow, "It seems I interrupted your previous swim.. Please join me for another." The man lifted his rump from the earth and pivoted towards the water. Slowly the elegant beast lowered himself into the bubbling pool with a little hum of joy. Warmth encased his bodice with ease, climbing up to his mid-chest region. Hannibal turned around to witness the femme's reaction. Would she flee when she had the chance? Or would Everest join him for a proper soak? speech action

Love. He called her love. Damn, if that wasn't sickeningly sweet she didn't know what was. The word made her chest feel tight - perhaps in an uncomfortable way or something else, but she couldn't help but wonder if he was legitimately trying to swoon her over. Sorry charlie, she was harder than that. Then he motioned towards the steaming pool and she was reminded of the chill that the autumn brought to her wet underbelly and legs. Surely, she wouldn't mind. With a shrug of her shoulders, she offered a small 'i guess' before following after him. It was instant relief. The warmth bubbled beneath her cold paws and she released a soft sigh of any pent up stress. Despite being quite small, she was able to stand on the tippy-toes with the lack of gravity in the water whereas the water just reached his chest. And then she kinda just... slid and now she was swimming. The water lapped at her back with its warm tongue, the steam clearing her nasal passages as she kinda just floated there until she began to sink in which she would kick her legs to stay afloat. She slowly turned around to face him. "So, you come here often?" Classic. "speech"

The woman was nonchalant but she still seemingly did as he pleased. As the male beckoned her towards the pool she followed him in with ease. Hannibal witnessed her small form slip into the water and his lips curled into an inviting smile. She had no clue who he was yet she did not run when he spoke with that silver tongue. Mis matched eyes continued to feast upon her dainty features before his luxurious tones were lifted once again. "No I do not." The male rolled his eyes in a rather sassy manner due to her silly question. "We have established that we are both quite new to these lands." He turned to the side, wading to feel the water flow around his thick legs. "Tell me about yourself, Everest." The male raised a brow as he looked to her expectantly. "What do you desire within this life?" It was a question with endless answers. Hannibal desired power, romance, pleasure, and thrills. But what did this small dame want? Were they all the same? speech action

ooc: sorry for the poopy post just wanted to get something to you!