Takes place directly after lemon and mint

The smell of her bile was disgusting but she dared not move. Hannibal had promised to punish her and the woman was a ball of anxiety. Every moment could be the one he put his paw on her and she much rathered he didn't. She had no choice though. She trembled, not from the cold of her exposed den but from the fear of him. He hadnt been such a horrible guy but now she knew better. He was certainly worse than Toxic and all the pack members that held her before. She wanted nothing more than to look to the sky and see her brother's raven on the horizon. Or to even catch a slight hint of her mother's scent. She'd never know which way to go but she could at least have the comfort of them being near. She didnt even know of the war this punishment could start, not that anyone knew her last name to connect the dots. Her thin body huddled under the overhang of the rock that made up her den. She was more comfortable with the way it was because she had a way to escape her den if she needed too. Her cheeks were soaked and ice was building up on the ends of the wet fur. He was being particularly cruel by making her wait for the pain of whatever his vile mind conjured up. "speech"

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Prior to this occasion Hannibal did not have a reason to punish or inflict any hostilities on Eulogy. He did not want to hurt the babe but it was only part of the proper course. The servant dare speak out of turn and judge her master? Her insolence is what got her in trouble and the tongue was right there with it. He figured the woman would go a little longer without acting out but her spunk surprised him. The Taskmaster couldn't fathom allowing his own slave riddle off spiteful verbiage without consequence thus he sentenced her almost instantly. He knew if she were to waddle back home and think about what she did the anxiety of an oncoming punishment would be enough to rack her brain. The mind can almost be more torturous then anything one could do to the physical form. After about two hours Nephthys came to relieve Hannibal of his fatherly duties. His pink pads fell upon the dismal earth like war drums as he marched to the arid den of the slave. A look reeking of disgust stained his facial features while a sneer planted upon pink lips. Dominance poured from the horrid monster as he neared Eulogy. As he laid eyes upon her cowardice form within the makeshift den he stopped. His location was about three tail lengths away with a raised head. "Slave." His voice was deep and lacked the usual twang of drama. Hannibal awaited her arrival at his front paws with annoyance. He would much rather be laying in the den with his pups and Nephthys. Yet, he had to punish an unruly bitch. action

He made the wait for the punishment last forever. Would he rape her? Would he be leaving her blind and marked more? Anything was possible. He'd forgotten about where she came from and what she was supposed to be. That she bore marks from men when they decided to be rough and viscous during their rape of her. She could tell you how each scar came to her and what she had "done" to deserve it. Some had been from absolutely nothing but the cruelty of the men that decided that she needed to be bred. Bred. Such a vile thing. As if she were nothing more than a machine to produce offspring. The sound of his approach finally sounded off. Snow crunched and she shook with fear. Each step brought him closer and closer. What would he do to her? Her fur was on end with anxiety and fear. Her instincts told her to run but she knew better. The big bad wolf he was going to become today might be making the worst mistake of his life. No longer might she ever answer or talk to him. He'd removed the safety he had started to become to the frail babe. Her ears pressed as he stopped and spoke. Her eyes clenched shut and she flinched at just his voice. No warmth was there in his voice. She submitted easily to his dominance. Her back touched the ground and she leaned away from him. Her throat exposed as her head turned away from him. She wouldn't fight whatever he wanted to do to her, that would make it worse. But he had now made a mark on her mind that removed any form of comfort she'd had with him. She had almost thought serving under him wouldn't be too bad if she had to for eternity but now that was shattered. He was waiting for her and she wasn't sure she wanted to go to him but she wasn't going to make him wait. She started dragging her belly across the ground and stopped at his paws. Her head dropped completely to the ground then. Maybe he'd forgive her for her opinion of mating with males. Maybe he'd be forgiving to her if she stayed silent and did whatever he wanted. Even if that meant letting him use her body, as vile as that thought was. "speech"

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As the Taskmaster awaited the arrival of his quivering slave the male was thoughtless. Hannibal was merely doing what had to be done. He held no remorse no guilt. The male presented an easy life to Eulogy and she seemed to take such for granted. All he asked for was a well mannered servant to bring him and his family food from the storage and watch the pups every now and again. That is all. Yet, she had to go on and run her trap. It was as if she wished to be thought of as an equal The thought of such sent a shiver of annoyance down his spine and sneer upon his wretched lips. Anyone who allowed themselves to be even considered submissive or lesser was completely inferior. As the bond servant moved her way towards him the sneer grew. He watched with disgust as her already small form shrunk to the earth. This was how she should always feel when under the gaze of Hannibal. He wallowed within the power for a few moments before parting his salivating jaws for speech. "Eulogy you have an easy life." no matter the negativity surrounding her position in the pack she had shelter, food, and freedom to roam the Ero lands. "Perhaps I have made you too comfortable. I figured if I were a pleasant master you wouldn't hate your pathetic life as much as you should." There were heaping amounts of venom leaking from his tongue as velvet words left his mouth. "We all have duties, Eulogy. When you fail to do yours I must do mine." With that the man moved his right paw to press against the back of her neck just above her left shoulder to keep her against the ground. In a flash his jaws were parted and Hannibal aimed a bite at the left side of her muzzle. Top frontal teeth aimed just above her top lip at the upper curvature of the muzzle while bottom frontal teeth grasped her lower jaw at the underside of her muzzle. He then snapped the teeth together ripping the flesh as his own teeth met. Drawing his head back blood dripped from his seething jowls and Hannibal observed what he had done. Eulogy would be left with a few hefty gashes along the left side of her muzzle, vertical against her lips. The underside of her lower jaw would be ripped as well and blood could be seen dripping from her form. With a snort the beast backed away and his bloodied jaws opened once again to speak. "A reminder." He took a step back, "Next time I will take your tongue." ""

His words were venomous and had her shrinking into herself. She winced at his venom for her. Had she truly not done her duties right? No all she'd done was share her opinion of men with him when he asked. Her duties were not failed all he didn't like was that she disliked the touch of men. He touched her and she flinched. But then the flinch turned into more. Screams of yelps came from her as he carved into her face. Blood came from her snout as he marked her. Her eyes watered and clenched shut. As soon as he let up she was trying to stop the stinging pain of the wound. She pushed her snout and rolled it into the snow. Blood was dripping freely and she was sobbing. Her pain drove her to back away from him. Fear and pain mingled in her eyes. Fear of him. The one she had actually started to trust had now removed any form of trust. She hated him so much in that moment. He was no better than toxic and his band of ruffians. His thread had her ears folding back and her face turning away. Wasn't it bad enough to leave a permanent mark on her? Her jaws were clamped as she let whimpers loose. She'd held them back but there was no use now. Her existence was pain at that moment. Whatever he wanted she'd give him just so he'd leave her alone. "speech"

MATURE POSTS INCOMING.

Hannibal stared down at the mess he made. A weeping woman with blood rushing from her muzzle. The albino remained expressionless but his lips threatened to twitch into a sneer. He did not enjoy the sounds of her cries for he was not normally one to inflict such violence on innocents but Eulogy needed to know her place. It was for the good of the pack and his family. If Tyranis saw weakness in the male's personal servant it would be a slight in his own worthiness. It was all a game. The behemoth's pale optics remained focused not on her but the blood that painted the snow. Dreadful thoughts filled Hannibal's mind as he towered over the woman. The servant had proven to be a good caretaker of his pups and offered immense amounts of help to his small family. Perhaps it was time to bring more Klein spawn into the world.. But would it be proper to do so with a slave? Hannibal thought over these factors for a few moments before opening his jaws to emit much more serious tones now. "Are you fertile?" A female of her age must know the answer to that question.. If not they would find out. ""

The Viceroy was within Erovrare territories, dragging an elderly doe to the kill pile. There wasn't much meat on her, but it was all he could find for the time being. Spring would be coming soon, and once it did, he wouldn't have to worry so much about finding decent food for the pack. He stood there looking at the pitiful pile, thinking maybe he should find Thora and take her out to help him track down some more food. Just as he turned away from the small pile, his companion came flying in with an urgent call. Cloud raised his head to the sky, listening to what the bird had to say. According to his feathered friend, the Taskmaster was treating one of their members pretty harshly, even going as far hurting her. Cloud's fur bristled and his lip curled. While he knew the pack was prone to having servants around (something he didn't agree with), there was no reason to go around mistreating them. He sent his companion to find his brother, meanwhile, Cloud wild go investigate. As Ty's second, he had every right to intervene in matters such as this.

Swiftly, he made his way to where his companion said they were. And just as Hannibal and the brown woman came into view, his gaze turning cold when he heard what Hannibal said. A warning growl shot forth from his jaws. Loud enough that he would be heard. He approached the pair, bi-colored gaze finding the albino brute standing over the woman who was already submitting in the dirt, her muzzle bleeding and torn. "Hannibal! What are you doing!?" he questioned harshly.

While his brother was generally more of the alpha type, Cloud had been more laid back about it. But not this time. He let his position shine through as he stood there, his posture dominant as he waited for an answer.

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Tyranis patrolled the borders of his pack his head leveled with his body as his tail swayed lazily behind him. Things seemed to be going downhill fast within his pack and he was beginning to feel the weight of his crown without the familiar faces of Ruina or his family to stand beside him. He had Legion but he seemed absent, he had Thora, but she seemed to want nothing to do with him, he wondered often about his brother and sister in Abaven, learning under their uncle. His mind touched on the threat his uncle had made that faithful day on the volcano and he felt his jaw tighten. The soft fluttering of wings caught his attention and he looked to one of the white branches of the forest to see his raven companion resting above him. ” What is it?” He asked, already anticipating trouble. “Trouble.” The raven croaked in response, before taking wing. He followed the shadowy bird at a stalking pace, his thoughts racing, as he stepped closer to his brother who seemed to be snarling at a den. Inside was Hannibal, standing poised over a girl with a torn face, the scent of fresh blood wafting off the ivory male as the highlord examined the scene before him. His father had never allowed the abuse of his slaves, they were to be gifts to the Apollyon, now he could clearly see the wisdom in that, if only because it would be one of many marks against Hannibal. ”What is the meaning of this?” He asked coldly, his narrowed eyes fixed on the male who seemed to be mid coitous over the weeping girl. Even if he had made no laws against abusing slaves, in particular for the taskmaster, he had no love for the greasy viper of a man, and would never side against Cloud even under the worst of circumstances. "Talk"  "Thought"   "Moses"

Hannibal stood in front of Eulogy peering down at her with an annoyed look. Narrowed eyes and flattened ears. The thoughts of her fertility remained within his cranium but never came to light. Before the scrawny bleeding woman could respond to his inquire the sounds of pitter patter filled his ears. The albino male perked up a bit, not moving from Eulogy, and glancing in the oncoming Wolf's direction. It was Cloudburst, the secondary Alpha he hadn't seen much of in his stay in Erovrare. There seemed to be an angry look on the Wreckage's face as flabbergasted words hit the air. Hannibal remained calm and took note of the 'alpha's' dominant demeanor. He would not challenge the opposing black and white beast and keep his own display rather neutral. As he always did when in the midst of higher rank Wolves because believe it or not (despite what they all thought of Hannibal) the albino respected the leadership in the pack. Until now. Before the Klein could really react another set of pad falls filled his ears and a very significant eye roll could be seen as he laid eyes upon his mighty alpha. Tyranis showed up with a shocked look and questioning vocals. Hannibal took a moment to look at the two with a raised brow. Were they confused? Perhaps they ate some bad herbs and are all wonky in the mind? It took a moment for Hannibal to realize that the brothers were serious. The male moved his gaze to Cloudburst with neutral eyes and emitted calm yet venomous tones. "My servant had an unruly tongue and dared insult me in the midst of my sleeping newborn pups." With a tilt of the head he paused. "As Taskmaster of the pack it is my duty to punish servants when they misbehave. Thus, I did so." His eyes flicked to Tyranis, "Did you not inform your secondary alpha of my rank, High Lord?" Perhaps due to Cloud's absence in most pack happenings he was not aware of Hannibal's rank in the pack. That is all the Taskmaster could think of really. It was Tyranis who gave Eulogy to Hannibal in the first place. It was also Tyranis who gave Hannibal the rank Taskmaster. If the Alpha pair could not handle the cruelties that come with having servants in a pack then they should abolish the act. Hannibal would not feel any ill will for them doing so. The only reason he held the rank of Taskmaster is to remain a high enough rank in the pack to not be walked over and sometimes puff his chest out. But, it seemed the simple act of punishing his servant, and rightfully so, has caused an immense amount tension the albino really just did not want to deal with. Hannibal did not give a rat's ass about the fluctuations of the Wreckage mind. Tyranis being so wishy washy with the albino despite his months of loyalty and servitude. He also hasn't seen Cloudburst do anything involving leadership in a while and he suddenly makes an appearance now? It was all so funky and Hannibal was not entertained in the slightest. speech action

Venomous vocals fell on nearly deaf ears. Bi-colored gaze narrowed on Hannibal, the albino snake seemingly acting like he was doing nothing wrong. While yes, it was true that Erovrare held slaves, unecessary abuse was not tolerated. He felt the male before him was trying to put on some sort of show. Not being completely truthful. But that's what snakes did, wasn't it? Cloud's lips lifted to bare his fangs as his gaze fell to the woman that hunkered on the ground. Her muzzle bleeding, she was clearly afraid and Cloud's heart went out to her. He didn't agree with having slaves...neither here nor in Ruina, but it wasn't his pack. Not entirely his choice. But as long as he was in Erovrare as his brothers second in command, no slave would be treated so cruelly.

"Your pride is insulted then, hm? Do not mistake me for a fool, Hannibal. I am very much aware of what goes on in the pack just as my brother is. We have eyes in the sky and on the ground. You insult me by assuming I don't know what's going on around here." He hissed, the monochrome male taking a step closer. Normally Cloud didn't care too much about meddling in the affairs of others. But after catching word of what the albino had said to the cowering woman, he simply could not stand idly by and let it happen. He and his brother were products of such acts, and the love for his mother and hatred for his father for doing what he did to her rocked him to his core. Nobody else would suffer that same fate if he could help it. Without taking his eyes off of him, he continued.

"He asked if she was fertile," He commented to his brother, his tail lashing as the anger rose. He could feel that familiar feeling in his mind. The dark tendrils of madness daring to take over, but he held it back. He had learned to control more over the years, and while he wasn't always in control, he was able to hold it back now. If only for a moment. "Why did you ask her? Was that going to be another way to punish her? You'd soil her pride even further because she hurt yours?" He didn't give a shit if she was a slave. He had more compassion than most, and would not treat a slave the way others would. Gaze found the woman for a brief moment, Get up." He said sternly. He wasn't mad at her. Wasn't looking to punish her. If she didn't know kindness before, he hoped she would soon enough. Gaze snapped back to Hannibal then. "Tell me. What did she say that hurt your pride so bad, hm? What did she say to you that you think she deserves to be defiled?" He left the question open for either him or the woman to answer.

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