Black and white paws hit the obsidian sand with ease. Ebon paw prints were left with each gentle step. The moon was high in the sky and illuminated the beach in a wash of blue. It seemed the tiny crystals in each sand grain reflected the light which made the shore shine. In contrast to the midnight black sand the male's albino form seemed to be brighter then even. His alabaster fur was nearly blinded as he was surrounded by the moons light. The aesthetic of it all caused the beast's heart to flutter as he moved to lay his large body down. Hannibal laid on his side with his tail flicking against the sand. His head remained raised so no sand would get on his face and his eyes were connected to the moon itself. The bi-colored gaze moved over the various craters and ridges that were visible due to the fullness of the moon. Tiny grey specks that showed the dimension of the moon and nothing more. Due to his slightly weak pink eye he found it hard to directly focus on the orb for too long. After his grand promotion to Taskmaster and the news of his oncoming offspring the male was riddled with things to do. Constantly training his servant, tending to Thys, and much more. Hannibal deserved a bit of a break. Thus, he found himself lounging on the shore of this black beach with a neutral expression staining her pale features. It was an exciting time but he needed a clear mind with the coming of pups. Hannibal felt as though he owed it to his offspring to teach and nurture them with all of his heart. Despite being cruel and selfish the thing that matters most to the demon his blood. The Klein bloodline is sacred and it is now being passed down to a new generation of powerful Wolves. They must know their worth and be taught the proper values in life. To gain power, strength, knowledge, and to keep your family close. When packs fell families remained strong. In a panic you would always rely on your blood for you should never trust others fully. There were countless riddles and tales the hellhound would pass on but in those moments the male would let the deep thoughts slip away. His eyes flicked down to focus on the crashing waves and begin to relax silently. This would be perhaps the only moment of serenity Hannibal will have until after the pups are born. speech action

Ezio hadn't really been up to anything but as he was moving around to different lands, he would need somewhere to wind down and be out of sight. There had been a large cluster of rocks that offered a perfectly sized but rugged cave, Ezio would simply nap there. He didn't need hours of sleep, just enough to keep his stamina and strength to the max. But as soon as he woke up and glanced towards the entrance, it was dark out and the moon gave some light as the obsidian would lightly glimmer beneath it. Getting to his feet, he made his way out of the cave. As his bright gaze looked over the beach, the male had been here for a while especially with his slumber. It wasn't long until something… or someone caught his attention, there was another on this beach tonight. He was curious if they were a night creature like him or just a troubled soul wandering. Paws carried his bulky frame into motion, approaching the figure in the distance. But it seemed this other wolf was more concerned with looking out to the ocean than really being aware of what monsters lurked in the oblivion. Stopping a few meters away, Ezio cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Lovely, isn't it?" he mused clearly with a slightly eerie undertone. His tail flickered behind him as he remained standing. Patiently he would wait for them to notice him and of course respond to him.

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Hannibal was a speck of ivory upon the obsidian beach. He stood out like a sore thumb but did not mind much. The hellhound welcomed chance encounters and drama. Without those two things the male would have little to do. He could only converse with his bitch of a baby momma or vent to his flimsy servant for so long. Thus, as the pad falls filled his ears a little bubble of excitement filled his chest. Hannibal opened his strong jaws to allow for that masculine scent to fall upon his pink tongue. Pale lips salivated as baritone vocals filled thin ears. A little grin slipped across his lips as he lazily rolled over to his other side in order to face the stranger. Before him stood a strong ebon Wolf with noticeable scars. A curious brow raised as bi-colored optics fed upon this strangers beautiful body. "Yes.. yes it is." Hannibal remained laid upon his side with his head raised. Ivory teeth flashed as his gazed aimed to connect with the stranger's own. The male had been littered with beautiful femmes lately and had little encounters with handsome males. Hannibal's tastes were of a large variety and primarily leaned towards males as a whole. Other then his nights with Spider his lust had not been satiated but he learned not get his hopes up. It was a rarity after all, to find others interested in the opposite sex. Thus, after a few moments the albino let forth more alluring tones. "Does the moon call to you as well?" Hannibal was a follower of the moon for one large reason, his weak skin. The sun was the devil thus he was nocturnal to save his albino skin from horrible burns. speech action

His steps weren't silent as he had walked to the other wolf, he probably didn't need to clear his throat in the first place. Ezio remained standing up as he waited for the male to notice him and respond to his question. It didn't take long as this stranger would move his body towards Ezio and he glanced him over before making eye contact, blue eyes meeting mismatched ones. He allowed a charming smirk of his own to form upon his lips, ears twitched forward to take in the other wolf's voice. "Yes.. yes it is." A simple but vocal agreement, however, just after those words it seemed like he was in thought as the silence grew between the duo. Ezio didn't exactly mind too much anyway, it allowed him some time to look over his company and take in their features. His attention would go back when he spoke once again, it was a question. "Does the moon call to you as well?" He gave a short nod before he would seat himself near the pale and dark stranger by at least a couple of feet away. "Sometimes… But I prefer night over day. It gives the lurking monsters many opportunities," he answered, a brow quirked as he made eye contact. It was a suggestion to who Ezio could be, as he was one of those malicious creatures using the darkness to an advantage. "But I'm guessing you do not have much choice," he stated, this other wolf was an albino and he knew they were sensitive to any sunlight. Day time was not their friend, but the night was.

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Hannibal allowed his gaze to ravage the ebon male with ease, lingering upon the facial scars. The scars were handsome to say the least as the phantom was evidently attracted to those with riddled pasts. Hannibal was void of any sort of scars just out of sheer luck at this point. You would think with his abrasive and domineering behavior the beast would have been put into his place. Yet, he has gotten away with all of his shenanigans to date. As his thoughts moved on so did his gaze. Hannibal looked towards the water as he silently observed the rolling waves. With each crash his ears flicked and the brisk winds caused for alabaster fur to dance. As the stranger's baritone vocals hit cold ears Hannibal remained still. His words were mysterious and laced with an etching of darkness. Monsters. The word rang through the beast's mind for a moment before more of the stranger's words hit the air. The last assumption caused Hannibal to move his delightful gaze towards the now seated Wolf once again. A little grin slipped across formerly neutral lips. "I am a slave to the sun." It was a pathetic thing to admit but also something he could not change. Unless he found someone to craft him a cloak or some super herb to rub on his skin as a sun repellent he was mostly stuck with being nocturnal. "But, I do enjoy playing under the moon light. The monsters are much better play things..." With a fluttering of lashes the male stretched his legs ever so slightly. "Are you a monster?" A direct question with a delicious undertone. Would this stranger be scared off by Hannibal's odd behavior? speech action

Ezio noticed how the other male would glance him over, he didn't mind. He did his own observation of the mostly pale man, it didn't hurt to look. He knew that the scars on his face were definitely being looked at, he just gave a cool smirk. Ears pivoted on top of his skull as the other's voice reached them. "I am a slave to the sun." The dark brute understood silently, it didn't seem much fun to be an albino and be forced to live nocturnally unless they liked that lifestyle. "But, I do enjoy playing under the moon light. The monsters are much better play things..." The smirk upon his features grew a little more, his brow raised ever so slightly. "Are you a monster?" He chuckled lowly, eyes shimmered with a deviant glow. There was certainly something else about this male which intrigued him. "Maybe. I could be one... Perhaps you will find out one day," he responded. "And what of you?" he would inquire with a low hum. He would then shift his weight and slide into a laying down position, opposite of his company.

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