Famine swept through the land he once called home, forcing not only himself, but the other survivors out as well. The lack of food thinned the man out considerably in his time there, however since his departure, he'd filled back out enough to look healthy again. Of course, he'd been alone all of that time, so he could be even fuller had he had the support of a pack hunt and larger meals. Regardless, he didn't look unhealthy and his stamina was still strong as he loped through the woods he'd found himself in. He'd been in search for his brother for months now since they left their home, however it wasn't his top priority. He'd had many other things on his mind, including the man he'd spent the night with last night. His scent was still lingering on his coat and to those that knew him, it was an easy find.

Scents of his brother lingered around the forest, making him wonder if this was were Hannibal had chosen to live now that their former home was barren. The scents of others flooded the forest as well, forcing him to believe a pack chose this place as their territory. Shrugging, Carthage continued on towards the border, eager to know more about this pack and why his brother chose this place. Lingering on the outside edge, he called out for anybody really. Anyone could join in on this party if they desired, however there was a specific note in his howl for Hannibal, should he be near.

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A delightfully familiar call filled Hannibal's ears and a smile slipped across his pink lips. The beasts got up from his resting spot within his lonely den and trotted off through the forest towards the borders. He knew instantly who had summoned him. Carthage. His brother. A hound from the depths of hell. A seasoned warrior that would rip another to shreds in an instant. His insane bloodlust was something of horror stories and Hannibal loved him for it. Excitement bubbled in the albino's chest as he thought over the possibilities of Carthage joining the pack. He would make for excellent member to this kingdom of baddies. They were in need of Wolves and he would do just fine.

Hannibal broke through the thicket with a low gruff. Mismatch eyes finally falling upon his near twin with a thick smirk taking over his lips. "You look like a twig." The phantom moved to completely close the distance between them. Aiming to press his chest against his brothers and embrace him for a moment. The male took in the familiar scent of his kin and the lingering stranger that Hannibal could only assume was a one night stand. The beast then took a single step back and stared into the eyes of Carthage. "This place has been far too dull without you." Hannibal tilted his head, "Have you come to stay, Carthage?" His voice was luxurious and low, a simple lure. The beast attempted to tug at his brothers heart strings in order to convince him to stay if he weren't already. Boreas needed more Klein blood.

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It wasn't long before he heard someone approaching, quietly, but still heading his way. The familiar scent of his brother wafted to his nares and he breathed in the scent of his lost brother. When he broke through the thin trees, he grinned. Listening to a comment about his size as of late, he welcomed his brothers embrace and relished in it. When he backed off, Carthage's smile remained. "The loner life isn't for me; the prey's too small," he laughed shortly, as his brother wasn't too far behind in his words.

"Of course brother; hopefully you've found a worthy enough home?" He half expected his brother to already have risen an empire of his own, loyal subjects doting on him and doing everything they could for him. Hannibal had that air about him, where as Carthage just smelled of blood and gore.

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Tyranis sauntered through the woods he called home, his gaint one of foreboding power as he followed the scent to his borders. To his surprise Hannibal was already there, greeting the stranger that had come knocking. There was a likeness between them that was unmistakable but Tyranis wouldn’t make any assumptions just yet. “Hannibal.” He greeted, exuding his dominance over him with his raised head and his tail half lifted. He turned his attention over to the stranger his golden eyes blazing with murderous intent and intrigue. “And who are you?” He demanded, his fangs flashing as he spoke. Lately he had grown concerned that Hannibal was planning to usurp him and if this male was indeed related to him that concern would only grow. Speaking  Thinking You

Hannibal had found a worthy home. Erovrare offered the Klein a playing ground. A place in which he could eat, sleep, and fuck as he wished. Although, he may have been doing a bit too much of the third. But the beast was lustful and until someone of high rank told him to slow his roll the male would keep doing as he pleased. Of course with all of this he put in his fair share of work as well. He had fought off a Polar Bear with his pack mates and hunted every day to fill the food stores. He cared despite his breathtaking arrogance. If Erovrare thrived so did himself. Everything the albino did was for his own well being and had no ill will towards the pack or it's leaders. As long as they returned such notions.

"I have, brother."" Hannibal smiled back, flashing those pearly whites. This may be the first genuine smile he had offered since appearing in Boreas. "Erovrare. A kingdom much like the Klein Empire. A sturdy and growing group of Wolves. Capable pack members and a unique territory. I believe you would make a fine Infantry Specialist with your fighting background." With a nod the man's attention flicked towards rustling thicket. Tyranis came forth and Hannibal dipped his head in a respectful bow. The High Lord spoke the albino's name before turning his attention on Carthage as expected. Hannibal stood tall but his usual dominance was lessened in regard of Tyranis' presence. The male had no reason to threaten his alpha and truly wished for the encounter to go smoothly. He knew his brother could be a hot head and hoped no quarrels would form. "This is my brother." Hannibal flicked his pink nose towards Carthage as for it was now time for the other Klein to introduce himself.

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Hannibal spoke well of this pack he'd come to find, even having the nerve to compare it to the Empire. Carthage's eyes narrowed, uncertain of his trust. Loyal to the Klein Empire, he was wary joining another pack, but of course, survival in numbers. What he wouldn't give to have something besides fish or a rabbit for a meal. He listened on as he boasted, hoping he could really put in as much trust as his brother did. Carthage would have to trust him, but it would take more than enough time to begin to trust the others. They weren't Kleins; they were impure mortals that he didn't think they should be fraternizing with. Before he could respond, another appeared, demanding their attention and answers.

When Hannibal bowed, Carthage swallowed hard and tipped his chin as politely as he could manage, refusing to lower himself to someone he didn't know. Introduced simply as his brother when Hannibal spoke, he took the cue to finish introducing himself. "Carthage Klein, or rather Carnage." His gaze was rigid on the other male, wondering what about him Hannibal fancied enough to follow. While he couldn't deny the dominant, attractive air about him, he still wanted to know exactly what it was about all of this Hannibal put his faith in. Certainly he hadn't walked into this without some kind of plan or motive...


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“I see.” He responded to the male’s eager introduction of himself. He wasn’t sure he liked that the male didn’t seem to treat him with as much authority as Hannibal did; he filed it away for now as something he would have to deal with later, but thin traces of paranoia lingered on his thoughts. “I take it you wish to join my ranks?” He asked already sure of the answer. That sent his mind reeling again; Would Hannibal continue to swear so loyally to him? Or was the presence of his brother the first in a series of steps to overthrow him? Did he risk inciting a rebellion by taking action against him, or would he wait until he was betrayed to act? He looked the brother over with scrutiny. Perhaps Carthage would be the key to solving all the riddles that rankled in the king’s mind. Speaking  Thinking You

Hannibal had a few plans and motives. In a new world and being alone without kin you he had to make a name for himself. Rising the ranks of a pack and exerting his prowess was a way to do so. No one was going to take him seriously for his words and stories were all talk. Hannibal had to show that he had what it took to rule and one day conquer. His goal would be to claim territory and a pack for his family, then one day hand off the crown to one of his offspring. But, it was truly hard to plan these things as so many parts are moving. As he witnessed his brother offer a hesitated dip of the head Hannibal completely understood his lack of enthusiasm. Kleins did not bend the knee to others so easily but hopefully they could all get along for now.

The hellhound listened to their quiet exchange and remained silent himself. This was now between Tyranis and Carthage. If Carthage could not comply then so be it, but he hoped to have his brother as a strong warrior one day. Hannibal hadn't seen anyone other then Cloud and Tyranis fight in the pack thus he had not clue if there were any true warriors. With a pack filled with masters and servants, as well as darker aligned Wolves they would need all the tooth and claw they could get. War would come one day and Hannibal would be ready.

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There were many things about this Alpha that Carthage didn’t like, starting with his attitude. He wasn’t excited to be there either, asking for a place in this pack he didn’t know or care about. He‘d have to fake it for Hannibal's sake, but he already had thoughts on running and calling Hannibal a fool for joining the ranks. He debated it, tossing the idea around in his head while Tyranis spoke and inevitably asked if he was here to join. To be honest, the sassy side of Carthage almost responded with something that likely would have gotten him chased out. He swallowed his pride and bucked up, offering a small nod while reminding himself to kick Hannibal in the nethers for this later. He didn’t bow to others, especially those that weren’t Kleins. Asking this of him was like asking him to chew his own tail off, but he had to anyway if he wanted to get anywhere with this Tyranis guy.

He wondered if he could tell this was a struggle for him. If Hannibal had shared anything with him about the Empire, then he’d likely know the transition would be difficult for them. It appeared Hannibal had moved in easily, but the change wouldn’t be as easy for Carthage and it would take time for him to come around, if ever. 

“I‘m a seasoned warrior and I may not be exactly what you’re looking for in your pack, but I can assure you I’ll earn my keep.” Perhaps it was his way of apologizing for his lack of proper manners when introducing himself to his potential Alpha though he wasn‘t wrong. He wouldn’t blame Tyranis either if he didn’t accept him though nasty glares would fire at Hannibal followed with a long bout of silence. He was only here for Hannibal, and he hoped he knew that.  He wouldn’t even be alarmed if Tyranis picked up on it by now either. Carthage could only hope to be welcomed into the ranks though he was almost certain it wouldn’t be with open arms.


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He looked between the two with eyes as keen as a sword, gauging their interaction with each other and how their body language shifted in each other’s presence. This man seemed quite tied to Hannibal, and again the king questioned the pale wolf’s loyalty and devotion to him. Even more present than the threat of a revolt from his own people however was the threat of his enemies, in particular his uncle, breathing down his throat. He needed fighters, and couldn’t afford to turn anyone willing to serve him away. In time he would find a way to make the brothers yield to the superior bloodline of the Praetors. It was inevitable with fate and destiny so tightly woven around the descendants of The Apollyon. “Very well. You will serve as an infantry officer for now, if you should prove to be as promising as your brother you will rise in rank.”He said with a courtesy his rampant paranoia told him Hannibal was unworthy of. Speaking  Thinking You

The luxurious scent of Klein filled the air. A simple grin fell upon pink lips as the heathen drank it in. Hannibal grew up surrounded by his kin, thus the months he spent alone deprived him of such warmth. The arrival of his dear brother called forth numerous memories and nostalgia no one could replicate. Hopefully more would follow the twin males to Boreas but he would not get his hopes up. It took this long for Carthage to arrive he could only assume the rest went their separate ways in the chaos of famine. The thoughts of his brother joining Erovrare made the grin grow. Hannibal truly thought of the pack as a good starting point for anything more to come. Tyranis was a strong leader and Hannibal hoped the quiet Alpha would be an ally for years to come.

As the two Wolves exchanged formalities the albino remained generally quiet. His front paws flexed as he kneaded the moist dirt below with pink toe beans. Hannibal truly loved hearing the sound of his own voice therefore as he remained quiet his patience dwindled. All the beast wished to do was catch up with Carthage and show him around the territory. Thus, as Tyranis bestowed rank upon Carthage's shoulders the male released a breath and seemingly relaxed. "I expect nothing more from my brother, after-all we are Klein." With a flick of his hips the male glanced to his alpha. "Thank you for your time, Tyranis." He then moved his attention towards Carthage with a smirk, "Come brother, let us explore your new home." With a quick bow towards Tyranis the beast moved to prance off into the thick of the territory.

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A single nod was offered to Tyranis in exchange for his rank. Infantry Officer. Everywhere had different names for their ranks, but this seemed more official than he'd been used to as if he were a part of some kind of military or war pack. Carthage didn't mind - the name suited him well he thought. He'd do his best to prove he can be his own man aside from Hannibal, but he still remained loyal to the Kleins and felt somewhat tugged in either direction.

The possible rise in rank Tyranis mentioned stuck in the back of his mind as he gave a fleeting glance back to him as Hannibal moved off, wanting to show Carthage around the pack grounds. Carthage was content exploring on his own terms, since he'd just traveled for many weeks he wanted to rest. It seemed he wouldn't be getting much of that just yet, but he figured catching up with his brother was a good excuse. He wondered what Hannibal knew about their siblings, if anything. Any amount of information was news to Carthage, so he hoped Hannibal knew something. Keeping quiet as he followed Hannibal off, he wondered what this meant for them. Was Hannibal really bowing to another man, or was this some act of fake loyalty? Tyranis seemed alright, but he wondered if Hannibal had ulterior motives.

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