wanderlust
The serpentine slithered through the chilled lands with a devious smirk across his lips. He felt as though he had the paws of a God. Plucking a Wolf from the world in which she lived and tossing her into a new one. One that would be controlled by Hannibal himself, under the ruling of Tyranis of course. He had missed being able to wake up and have his breakfast delivered to his den. To have a servant rub aloe into his burnt back or scalp. Such a life he could have unless someone didn't snatch the bitch from him. For a long while he had been so tame in these new lands. Hannibal was a faceless creature of neutrality, unwilling to start needless trouble. Yet, this small encounter has lured forth his true colors. The inky black that has covered so carefully by the pure alabaster. The darkness that radiates from within his heart. To avoid the water the male led Eulogy up towards the Soulless Forest. She was likely hungry and exhausted so who knew if she could endure the chilled waters. They traveled silently through thickets and the frosty wilds until they finally met the border. The stench of Erovrare filled his nose and a gentle sigh was let forth. Hannibal stopped in his tracks before pivoting to look down at the scarred babe. "Sit tight." His voice was entirely less pleasing and much more commanding. His head was high and his tail higher, the amount of dominance he emitted was sickening to say the least. Hannibal ripped his uneven gaze from his prey and his head shot upward. A powerful howl filled the air, just loud enough to be heard by those within the surrounding lands. But, the call summoned only one Wolf, The High Lord. ooc: eulogy should post first
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When he stopped her she sat. His voice and demeanor changed almost as soon as they arrived to this place. It made her shrink back from him. The smell here was strong, not Rhyme's or rhythm's either. It was a forest as well, not a plain like she had described. Confusion settled. She had no clue where she was now and then he called for someone. Her ears pressed back. Obedience had her staying in her place but she wanted to run badly. He wasnt making sense. He had been so nice and now he was delivering her to a pack.
It clicked, he was a slaver. He had had no intention of helping her find her way. Now she was going to be property to this pack. Her freedom had been so close and now it was ripped from her. She stayed quiet though, her head lowered and submission in her every fiber.
“Hannibal.” He greeted albeit a bit tersely. He couldn’t deny that the male had been active lately, far more active than anyone else in his pack had been and the man at least deserved a reward. However Tyranis had a niggling fear that the male may have been plotting to overthrow him and his reign and the dominant posture he was greeted with only served to agitate that fear within him.
He gave the girl a passing look, taking in her scars and battered appearance and the way she cowered. A slave of course. Clearly Hannibal had had his eyes set on a specific and high powered rank within his kingdom. He supposed he couldn’t fault the man for that, the question was, would he remain content being second to himself, his brother, and his chosen son?
“Tell me what you have brought me.” He demanded although his tone was cold and passive.
As he waited the male kept his eyes on the cowering Lamb. His eyes were full of excitement and hunger. This was not his normal lustful need but one for power. Hannibal had no current desire to be an Alpha, he had forgotten that goal long ago. He would be more then happy with a high rank under all the royalty in which he could carry out important duties without holding the stress of a growing Kingdom on his shoulders. The male wished to make it apparent that he was a loyal member of Erovrare and ready to do what it takes to keep the packing running. A screech from a raven hit his ears and his attention moved towards the territory before them. Tyranis made his way through the thicket, revealing his mighty form with the prowess of an Alpha. This was their first meeting since the Bear fight and thankfully their wounds have healed. As the High Lord made his entrance Hannibal significantly lessened his dominating demeanor. His tail did not tuck but it lowered enough to not be so threatening. Hannibal dipped his head down in a regal bow, lifting a paw for dramatic effect, before raising upward again. "High Lord."A pink and blue gaze pouring into Ty's yellow. "I have collected a Bondservant for Erövrare". His nose flicked towards Eulogy with a little smile. "Eulogy comes from a distant land and has experience serving. She will make a fine candidate." Hannibal never looked away from his Alpha and was rather certain the female wouldn't run. Where would she go? She was likely starving and had no idea where she was. Hannibal brought promise of shelter and food, as long as she behaved of course.
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Bondservant. The word wasnt pleasant to hear. No matter what she figured that she was about to become a breeding bitch again. She swallowed down a whimper. She'd give anything to have rhyme here right now. To have him save her. The way this alpha spoke was like he intended her to be for himself, as if he already wanted her. She wanted to run, but that was out of the question. She was scared for her safety and freedom.
He moved to examine his newest acquisition more closely then shifted his eyes to Hannibal. “However, with this promotion I am going to give you an assignment.” He added, his gaze focused solely on the bi-colored male. “Find me a capable healer, and one worthy of serving me personally. This one you are allowed to keep for yourself.” He explained then pulled away from both to skulk back into the forest soundlessly. The man's slow rise to power was beginning to weigh on him. He decided then he would have to hunt down members of his own family himself and raise his numbers with his own bloodline before the Klein had a chance to overthrow him. -Exit Tyranis-
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Hannibal thought his alpha would have taken the servant for himself. But, as the High Lord spoke he stood corrected. Praise of all things came forth from the royal jowls. The albino's expression remained neutral but his own lips twitched in the urge to smirk. A promotion came his way and a high one at that. One of the highest possible ranks without being within the royal court. Hannibal was handed no crown but a set of chains. He was to be the taskmaster which was a very eloquent way of saying slave master. An overload of many servants to come. A flicker of excitement slithered down his spine as he nodded towards Tyranis. "An honor, my Lord." With a tail flick the male thought over the next royal decree. Hannibal was meant to find a healer for Tyranis, one to serve his every need. His brow raised ever so slightly as his thoughts lulled over the list of healers he had met. Yet, the only one that came to mind was Spider. But, Spider was a part of a pack, or that is at least what Hannibal gathered from his scent. Therefore he was off limits. The phantom was not interested in starting wars. No one else met the match, thus he would just have to begin a slow hunt. The request would take a while to fulfill but it was not impossible. "Very well." As his King left the pale Wolf looked to Eulogy and offered her a sincere smile. "Come love, it is time to get you a meal and some rest. I will explain everything you need to know tomorrow." It was already late and they would likely sleep well into the mid hours of the day. But, that was the norm for the albino. Hannibal set off towards the thick of the forest towards the bank of the river that separated the two Erovrare territories. -exit-
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