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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.
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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.
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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?
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