The Flower and the Phantom
It was an odd feeling Hannibal had. Unfamiliar to say the least. After the chance encounter of netting Spiderfor the first time the little arachnid would not leave his mind in this weirdest moments. No he was not lovestruck nor was he prancing around like a gleeful pup. The thoughts seemed to just come and go when his mind had no other stimulation. Thus In those moments sitting upon the moon touched cliff staring up at the painted skies a little smile slipped across his pale lips. The cliff seemed to glisten within the light and thus making his alabaster fur even brighter then normal. Suddenly the beast tossed his head into the air and let forth a beautiful howl, beckoning his new friend Spider. He figured they should meet again and what better moment then under such a great display in the sky.
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It was a call he had been waiting for almost as soon as they parted. With little regard for anyone that might have seen him or been curious about such a direct call to such a meek wolf Spider tore through Abaven to join the juxtaposed male.
The sky above enchanted him but was secondary to the thrill he felt at seeing Hannibal again. He had become, on no unsure terms, obsessed with him, and had fallen head over heels in love with him. He danced around the man in a prancing circle then ducked his head to kiss the underside of his chin. His scent was already familiar to the spotted male and the heady rush of the recognition was like a fine wine that intoxicated him.
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A little bit of excitement bubbled within the albino's chest as he laid awaiting upon the cliff with a tiny smile upon his pink lips. Eyes were set upon the lights in the sky, painted waves of muted pastels weaving together. It was a display only thought to occur in the north but perhaps the supposed Gods were enchanting their night. Hannibal silently admired the sky as he did with anything that caught his eye. Despite his darker agenda the man enjoyed beautiful things. Wolfs, landscape, flowers, and more. The aesthetic of things really spoke to the male. Soon the loud pad falls of his lover filled his ears and that bubbling excitement grew. His chest boiled as the familiar scent moved into his moist nostrils. Happily Hannibal's tail tip flicked ever so slightly before he was graced with the sight of the greyscale Wolf. Spider did a circle before closing the distance between them with confidence Hannibal had only seen slivers of before. The phantom's smile greatened as they exchanged such a lovely greeting. The albino leaned forward to lick along the spider's muzzle before gaining eye contact. "I have missed you, my flower." His breath was frosty but his voice was gentle. "I am glad you came." The beast then flicked his nose towards the sky, "I wished to show you this." He assumed Spider would enjoy the heavenly display just as much as he did.
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