Her path had lead her here but this wasn't where her mother had described. Yet also it looked right? Damn she was bad at this. Guess that's what she got for leaving, though if she hadn't she would of found herself dead probably when she couldn't conceive for any of her masters males. Or at least she figured she couldn't.

Her aides were sunken in and her ribs able to be counted. The chill of winter had her cold and she almost didn't want to go on any further. She seated herself, with a shiver. At least if she was still under Toxic's care she would of had more slaves to warm up with. She just didn't look forward to the beatings that came with that.

She didn't hold herself in high regard, so there was no confidence in her posture. Her head was down and her ears back.

The hellhound sauntered through the chilly gulley with a devious grin across his pristine lips. The acts of devilish pleasures replayed within his sickening mind as he wandered the lands aimlessly. Finally he had met a femme to match his undying desires of lust. A steamy night to remember until the next would come, which he no doubt would. Yet, as his large paws hit the earth a scent filled his nostrils. The scent was that of a female Wolf with no distinct notes of a pack. Hannibal raised a curious brow before shrugging silently. Not particularly in the mood to seek a stranger out he just roamed with the possibility of bumping into them. Sooner then he thought the sight of a hunched over fae came into view. Her fur was a beautiful brown and her body was rather tiny compared to his own. He thought over his options, to vanish into the shadows or to expose himself. With a nod the male trotted in her direction, fate seemingly brought them together for some reason. He was not incredibly superstitious but sometimes he enjoyed the thought of other worldly powers. Hannibal shamelessly got close to the female, trotting up to her right side with a glorious grin. He stopped at about five tail lengths away before leaning downward slightly. With flattening ears and a raised brow he let forth some delightful tones. "The Gulley suits you, miss." His demeanor was dominant and almost overpoweringly so. The Gulley he spoke of was full of herbs and various flowers. The frosty green backdrop below a cloudy sky was quite the landscape for any beautiful femme. "Where are my manners?" He flashed some fangs with a deeper smile, "Good Afternoon, I am Hannibal." His head tilted as mismatch eyes flicked to her various scars. Either this scrawny gal was a war veteran or she had been through some crap. speech action

She sat alone for minutes, which she was fine with, until someone came near. She hadn't paid enough attention and his voice had her jumping. Her head shot in his direction and she took in his dominance towards her. She could of, had she been Aria or Rhyme, took his dominance in stride, but no she was certainly unable to. Her ears pressed and her head lowered even more. Should she run? Was he a mercenary sent to kill her? Malnourished as she was she probably wouldn't get very far.

He spoke of how this place suited her and she glanced around them. The gully? Well definitely not where she was supposed to go. There definitely wasn't herds of buffalo here. Definitely wasn't where she wanted to be. Then he was on to introducing himself. Hannibal. Should she give her name? She doubted he wanted her name. She would give it to him anyway. Her voice like chimes was quiet and a whisper. "Eulogy...." her posture spoke of submission to him.

Hannibal was naturally dominant and it did not matter who he encountered. The only two Wolves who had his respect in this dreary land. Tyranis and Cloudburst. He had yet to really get to know his other pack mates, but they were generally his equals until he gained rank. Anyone else deserved to know they were lesser. His arrogance was sickening and would likely get him into an awful lot of trouble at some point. Thus, as the hellhound looked downward towards this thin specimen with a huge grin. It seemingly took a few moments for the female to register what was happening. Which was completely understandable since he had started rambling on without any notice. She likely didn't even notice him coming until the last minute. Slowly she seemed to come to, looking around before turning her attention towards him. Her voice was very gentle and quite, it reminded him much of Pari and even Spider slightly. He thought quickly of the numerous submissive beings these lands have to offer. But, Boreas did not lack the bold either. Though, his attention quickly returned to her as he aimed to gain eye contact. "Eulogy." Hannibal spoke the word with a linger of venom, if he spoke it he would remember it. But, this fae would be hard to forget with those dreadful scars. "So pretty.." His own voice was now soft, but in a much more low and haunting way then her own. The phantom tilted his head with a raised brow, "Are you lost?" The babe looked rather lost with her wandering gaze and puzzled expression. speech action

She dared not look this Male in the eyes, nor to allow any thought of her challenging him. Her eyes stayed on the ground in front of her as he started speaking again. The way he said her name had her shaking, though with her shaking from the cold it was indistinguishable as fear tremors. Then the way he called her pretty, it reminded her of the men that Toxic and Radek allowed to touch her. Of course now Radek was no more than another slave and Toxic was in charge.

She remembered the way they would speak in their drunken and drugged stupors as the bedded her. She didn't want it ever but she would never resist to keep from earning beatings. Many of her scars came from those males having fun with her body, though a few didn't. Then he snapped her from her memories. Was she lost? She couldn't say she wasn't. She'd never been taught how to track, since that wasn't her job. "A little.... I don't know where to go from here." she turned her head away afraid he may become angry with her answer.

Hannibal was fond of slaves but he would never delve so far down as to rape. Neither were pleasant but he would not take someone by force. There were plenty of brothels and harlots in his previous lands. Wolves of any gender that would sell their bodies for the livelihood of their masters. If the male wasn't born into royalty he likely would have partook but there was no reason for him to. Hannibal had males and females clawing at his den to get his attention. To be seen with the Prince of the Klein Empire. He felt little to nothing for these maidens and Dukes but would still bed anything for any reason. He was a desired ridden hellhound with numerous needs that must be met. The phantom stared at this trembling babe with the same devious smile. It was true he could not tell the difference between fear and chilled shakes. He hadn't a clue why she would be frightened of him. Hannibal was being incredibly nice in this instance. He could be a terror if he wished. But, his horrendous thoughts slipped away as her shaky voice entered the air again. "A little.... I don't know where to go from here." He lulled over the words before allowing his pink tongue slither along his lips. Hannibal leaned upward in order to breath some distance between them. He was not close to her by any means but the male did not want to make such a delicate flower uncomfortable so fast. "I have some knowledge of this region if you want my help. Where are you trying to go?" speech action

Where even was she going? She only had a small bit of information to go on that she remembered Rhyme and Rhythm speaking of. She wasn't even sure they wanted to see her again. Who would? It wasn't like rhythm had ever had a choice when it came to breeding.

He moved back and she stopped thinking for the moment. She watched his two toned paws. He asked where she was going and she blushed. She had to now admit to stupidity that was not her fault. "I.... I don't know... She only told me about the grasses and the herds of buffalo.... I just want safety from my master...... the last part was a whisper in the wind. She had no idea what he was just that he was definitely her better.

She chanced a look up at his eyes before she quickly looked away again. His eyes were pretty and mismatched gems. His skin was delicate looking.

Hannibal wasn't very aware of the other packs in the surrounding regions. He knew of a pack in the east, a few in the south and one in the west. He has yet to venture north so he was no very concerned about anyone residing up there. As such a low ranking member of Erovrare it was well below his pay grade to concern himself with pack relations. Hannibal merely restored food banks, patrolled, and remained loyal. One day he would rise within the ranks but that would come when Tyranis showed he was going to lead a proper pack. Thus far the hellhound was rather neutral with the alpha and hadn't seen much of him since their fight with the Bear. Hannibal did not want to put in work that would be washed away by an alpha's dying dream. As this small Wolf spoke her eyes were down and she seemingly cowered beneath his domineering gaze. Eulogy spoke of Buffalos and grasses. The male thought over the possible lands for a few moments, there were plenty of plains in which Buffalo could roam. He was still pretty new to Boreas as well so he hadn't really memorized each and every location just yet. But, he would offer the tiniest of shrugs. "If i were you I would try the East. I am not sure exactly where you speak of but head in that direction. Im also not sure how active Buffalo are in the winter so you may have a hard time tracking many." The male titled his head again, "Where do you come from, Eulogy?" Perhaps she would reveal information about her scars. speech action

She was given a direction to go in but unfortunately for her, her sense of navigation was about useless. East though. She would have to try to find the east exactly, if she could. She definitely thought she wouldn't be able to find it ever. "East...." she whispered as if she could find it just by saying it.

HE asked where she was from and she almost balked. Did she want to tell him? Did he need to know she was a slave on the run? She dared not answer though, as it could anger him. "A pack far east..... I was born a slave there, a breeding bitch....." She wasn't proud of it. She looked up at him through her lashes briefly. She was quick to look back down though.

Hannibal was not a charitable creature. As of now the only Wolves he would actively offer a paw to were Spider and his pack members. He had a soft spot for Spider even after not seeing him for a long while. Something about the purity of the male gave Hannibal the warm tingles. Then of course you have Erovrare, the only thing of importance in Hannibal's life. The pack was a vessel for power and soon he would rise up. He just needed to get his paw into the threshold. Perhaps bringing back a few bondservants would do the trick. But, he be so quick since he wasn't high enough rank to officially force claim. He would have to bring the Wolves of his choosing to the borders and request Tyranis permission to claim them as servants. The submissive gal sputtered forth more vocals. The words breeding bitch bounced around in his cranium. As said before the beast was no rapist thus he would never force a female into doing something sexual without consent. Though, he didn't have a hard time convincing Wolves to lay with him. As she looked upward he aimed to gain eye contact for those few short moments. "Born a slave.. How incredibly unfair." He thought over the concept of slavery. Honestly it was the easiest way to collect slaves, having them born being and one from the get go. But, he preferred to wrestle with his captives. To forge them into perfect servants. Creatures to do his bidding and aid him in the tedious happenings of life. "Slave is such a disgusting word." Pink lips curled into a smile, "Though, I would be careful if I were you. You may have escaped the slavers of your previous pack but there may Wolves just as horrible lingering these lands." The male took in a deep breath as he raised his head. Hannibal looked around for a few moments, "I could escort you to the East if you like, Eulogy." Was he being selfless, or did he have a more promising plan bubbling beneath the surface? speech action

Those few short moments of eye contact had her looking down completely questioning what he was thinking. Did he want from her what she had been trained for?  She really wasn't good at reading others and he was no exception. Did she dare to stand and let him have his way?

Then things seemed to change. He gave her a warning and she wanted to ask if he was warning her about himself or what. Her baby blues dared to look back up at him. Though this time she refused to let eye contact happen. Then he gave an offer and she couldn't help but want to accept it. He likely knew these lands better and could easily take her where she needed to be to find her brother and mother. Not to mention he probably could hunt at least. "Okay...." the chance of him knowing where she needed to be was just too great. Plus she didn't want to chance getting lost even further.

Hannibal was exactly what this poor girl want to run far far away from. If he were a better Wolf he would to hell her to turn tail and flee. Though, his own selfish bounds remove any sense of sympathy or morality from the equation. There was no reason to not take this babe, she was already trained. A little Bunny lost in the forest. She hadn't a clue of which way was up or down and they were awfully close to the Erovrare borders. But, do not get anything mixed. Eulogy wouldn't be a slave, she would be something much more noble. The right to be a bondservant, to be forged into a lovely assistant to any higher ranking Wolf. She would not be mistreated for silly little things and she will have the right to enjoy her life. Her duty will just be to serve when needed and if she did that properly there would be no reason to leave marks as her former slavers once did. The hellhound hadn't a clue of what family the girl belonged to or the inhabitants of the pack in the East. He only knew her name and her background, thus that was all he needed. As her eyes flicked to him and a word came forth an enraged excitement bubbled through his form. His smile grew as he perked up ever so slightly, "Come love, it is time to bring you home." The male stood straight and turned to head directly towards the Erovrare borders. He kept an eye on Eulogy making sure she didn't tray far. -exit- speech action