Silence. It was still an unfamiliar sound to the royal, well lack of sound. Golden eyes traced the horizon. A lake was painted in the distance. It was a beautiful sight. Heaving a sigh, the young female journeyed closer to the water source. Her head held high, as she was taught, Amun Ra scanned the area once again for any strangers. Now was not a good time to make any small talk. All Ra wanted was peace and quiet and to think. Yes, thinking was a strength of hers. A gift passed down from Ramesses to Ramesses was intelligence. Though perhaps different in the eyes of others, Ra had a somewhat brilliant mind.

Once reaching the shore of the lake, the woman sat and starred into the dark void. The moon had already shown itself over the land. Stars dotted the shy, causing it to glitter. The reflection of the lights made the water shimmer with beauty. A soft smile caressed the lips of Ra as she peered down at her reflexion. Her famous, cream and golden pelt lit up as the moon's glow laid upon the top fur. Slowly, tail wrapped around her paws. Ra took a deep breath and took in the peace.

The sun had fallen and the whispers of the night called forth the phantom from his hiding place. The beast emerged from the chains of his den to explore the endless wilderness. In his time he had discovered some delightful spots to return to. The lake inhabited by fireflies had been among his favorites. Thus, as pink pads carried his rested form towards the sparkling lake a tiny grin appeared upon his lips. As the male traveled his head was high and his tail higher. His alabaster fur and contrasting ebony 'marking's were complimented by the moon's gaze. One blue and one ashen pink eye feasted upon the nature he swiftly passed. The ghost weaved through the trees with a certain silence that may be haunting to an onlooker. As Hannibal neared the lake a scent and fresh tracks filled his senses. His trot slopped and an ebony brow raised in pure curiosity. The beast then slowly made his way through the thicket and closer to the brim of the pond. As he broke through the male laid eyes upon a seated femme at the shoreline. Hannibal took a moment to silently study her features before shrugging to himself. Introducing himself hasn't gone wrong yet. Thus, the phantom slithered towards the seated babe. Not lacking manners, he sat down about eight tail lengths away as the shoreline to her left. A tiny grin remained upon his lips as mismatch eyes shamelessly grazed her bodice. Now close enough to get a good look at this sunny beauty. "Your pelt is a match for stars themselves." His baritone vocals filled the air with a flurry of chilled air. It seems winter was as close as ever, soon enough this lake may be covered with ice. They must relish in it's delights while it lasts. speech action

Golden eyes remained closed for a few heart beats. Then the rustling of the chilled earth brought the ears of the demigoddess to attention. Each flamed ear turned toward the source. However, her head remained high. Gaze overlooking the crystal lake. A compliment was not to far behind the stranger's first appearance. A rush of pride enveloped the woman's body at the words that slid off the man's tongue nicely.


It was winter now, the season when Amun Ra was born. Her heat was not in full force, but traces of the arousing aroma managed to crawl its way out of her. The whole ordeal with having a heat bothered Ra. It was her first time anyway, but her mother of course had spoken to her about it. However, the Queen failed to mention how the season could take you out of your right mind every now and then.

The golden pelted female had to have a moment of silence to regain her composure. No leader was to fall to simple nature. A soft chuckle bubbled up from her chest. As her eyes remained forward, "I would hope so, or my name isn't Amun Ra," she replied. There would have been no need to name her such if she did not resemble the god himself, who took up the symbol of the sun, which they considered a star. The balls of light all looked very similar, no?

It was then the royal turned her head slowly and collectively. "Ah, aldhiyb maratan wahidat naqiat , multakhat bialkhatiya," she paused to study him a bit more. Golden orbs swiping over his frame. She decided that her native tongue was correct with a lift of her chin. A pelt white, pure as snow, yet markings dark as night and sin. So why was the stranger here? Silence blanketed the air as the silent question hung in the night air.

Translation: A wolf once pure, stained with sin.

It seemed these new lands lacked males, the only natives he had really met were females with a handful of exceptions. Not that the bachelor was complaining, it was just peculiar to him. Back home there was a good half and half ration and women had great power. Some of the Klein's most powerful rulers were women. His more was a great Queen alongside his mighty father. But even before her time were Queens who ruled with no man and did it just fine.  Thus, despite his pleasurable urges the male held females to a very high standard. They provided the power to create life and to nurture. Hannibal often thought of having offspring to teach and raise. He may seem like a selfish bastard, which he was, but more then anything he wished to carry on his Klein name and produce great pups to take on this promising world. The inviting tones of this warm babe snapped him from his thoughts. Suddenly his eyes focused in on her once again and that devilish smirk returned. The hellhound stood tall and pondered her words for a few moments. He had no idea what she meant by her cryptic response but the beast enjoyed a bit of a riddle. The only information he gathered was that of the most important, her name. Amun Ra. Hannibal took in the tidbit before she spoke again, now in a much different dialect in which he could not decipher. The male was only fluent in common and was rendered useless when faced with anything else. Thus, he simply allowed the foreign vocals to roll off his shoulders as the male ventured forth towards the bank of the lake. His eyes moved towards the fireflies with a little grin, "They bring warmth on such a cold evening." Winter had come and it was not forgiving for this sensitive bloke. Hannibal's gaze moved towards her own, now standing about four tail lengths away to her left. "Amun Ra, what brings you to this pool of serenity on such a chilly night?" speech action

It was obvious how the man did not understand her native language. Was Amun shocked? No, completely opposite. Since the death of her family, no one had understood the ancient language. Perhaps it was better that way. The albino man changed the subject to the miniature stars. "I hope you don't mean physically," she replied. If he meant actual warmth, then Amun was taking no part in the sought after heat. The question the stained wolf asked was one that could not have been prevented. "I suppose I was looking for a glimpse of hope for my future," she replied. Her tone was not hurt, but the pain still called her heart home. What was she to do now? Her whole purpose in life was taken away from her, and now she wandered alone. Golden eyes blinked as they focussed upon the stranger. "I can ask you the same question, Ghost Wolf," she said, giving the no-name a name now.

Hannibal was able to smell her hormones ever so slightly but he would not be so bold as to outwardly comment on her heat. To pry at a hormonal woman in the season of her heat was a death sentence unless feelings were mutual. The male had desire in his gaze but he would go no further unless it was reciprocated. He got plenty attention from women and had no need to creep one out due to his lust. Though, he listened to her words with a raised brow. He did not mean physically, it was merely a verbal notion towards the warm lighting the fire bugs emitted. The chilly temperature was unrelenting and he held almost no warmth physically at all. But the male would not linger on her inquire for she let forth another question that took his attention. His mis matched eyes flicked towards her golden orbs. Hannibal offered a thick smile as he rolled his shoulders idly, "Boredom." A pause. "No flourish or frills, I am just a bored Ghost-Wolf looking for some much need entertainment." He then looked to the water, "Why do you seek hope for your future? Does this golden lady have a dark past?" speech action