He stood perched on a large rock, looking over the water as it churned beneath him, watching as silvery fish danced through the shallow waves and skipped over the surface before plunging back under the water. His head cocked slightly as he watched, still full from a recent hunt but content instead to watch the fish as they slipped like small pieces of fabric through the tide. He yawned, growing bored and rose, shaking his fur out before he slid from his perch, nose to the ground as he investigated the smaller pools along the shore. The small pools were alive with life; scallops, urchins, and crabs basked in the sun as the incoming tide filled their small worlds with lifegiving water. It was interesting, but he was growing tired of being alone, and bored without anything to do. He stooped to scratch at his ear then looked out at the sea, drinking in a breath of alkaline air with a deep sigh. He did love the ocean, as long as he could choose where to live he would always choose to be beside the sea, it was the one thing he couldn’t live without, yet so many packs chose to live far away from the unpredictable waves and hidden predators. He meanwhile lived for the uncertainty of what lay beneath the depths and greeted it as a challenge.   Speech

Since the visit from Pandora and Cannival the male was seeming to slowly recover. Mentally and physically. Despite the little medical attention he received he seemed to be recovering with just bathing and taking better care of himself. Enriching words uplifted his spirits just enough to realize how extremely dramatic he was being. Hannibal's problems were real but it was easy for him to self destruct. But, what came of all of this was the realization that he wished to live a slightly slower life. Upon coming to these lands Hannibal joined a pack, fell in love, had offspring, and attempted to take a crown. Perhaps it was time to take things slower and focus on what meant most to him, family. The albino roamed the southern most tip of Auster alone. Making his way towards the ring with a rather neutral demeanor. The scabs on his upper back were slowly getting better but not fully healed. The blood that was previously soaked into his fur had been washed out and he was back to looking as white as an albino should. Life seemed to pool in his mis match gaze once again. All in all the Klein looked healthier but remained lighter and still rather gloomy. Hannibal stalked quietly as his light gaze fell upon the moving figure. An earth toned male standing slightly shorter then the albino himself grazed the sand below their paws. The pale beast seemed to slow his steps as he took in the scent of the stranger, it was a mix of the ocean as well as very floral. For the first time in a long while a bubbling of want filled his veins. A feeling he hadn't experienced sin Nephthys or Spider. The male took sturdy steps towards the opposing male with his head raised but without a domineering stature. Hannibal was mostly neutral, for once. "Do my eyes forsake me or am I truly in the midst of such a divine beast?" Enriched tones filled the air as he stopped about seven tail lengths from the stranger. Despite his gloomy nature the male was finding his former confidence all over again. ""

He mimed looking left and write as the piebald male addressed him. “Hardly divine.” He purred, slinking toward the male with a small sway in his hips. “Not when compared to yourself mi amor.” He rumbled with a grin, stopping just before the male, his thick tail lifted to align with his body in a silent greeting. “Who is it that Segar Flores has the pleasure of being exalted by?” He asked with a cheeky grin, his own name deftly given to the man with the rolling lilt of an Iberian accent. The man was covered in braille-like burns where his skin was thinnest and pale; a pang of pitty entering his heart as he looked the male over. He was a beautiful swirl of pale pinks and ebony blacks that reminded the wayward wolf of an archaic symbol he had seen in a distant land. A balance between light and darkness, a duality of nature; the yin and the yang. He would save the floral observation for later, filing it away under the endless stream of platitudes that came naturally whenever he was being philandered. speaking Thinking you

The waves crashed against the shore with a timed and soft rhythm. Sea spray was in the air, painting the pale male's fur in a gentle wash of salt. The Iberian tones of the stranger before Hannibal hit his thin ears with ease. Wide mis match eyes took in the stranger's earthy pelt and strong demeanor. The wash of russet browns and gentle tans nearly caused Hannibal's deprived jowls to water. The flourish of the opposing male's tones caused desire to crawl along the albino's spine. He was not so broken to fling himself uselessly at a stranger but lust was evident in his formerly frail stature. Hannibal allowed his eyes to settle on Segar Flores' green gaze with ease. "I am Hannibal Iber Klein." It was the first time in a long while his chest swelled with pride to utter such a name. A name that once brought fear or strength to other's hearts. But now? He was merely a shadow.. a skeleton of what such a name once meant. A twinge of that former confidence could be seen flash through his gaze but it was only a touch. "You do not smell of any packs I know.." Hannibal cocked his head to the side in idle curiosity. "Who are you, Segar Flores?" ""

“A hunter by trade, but a wanderer at heart.” He explained, sitting to let the man examine him more closely.“And yourself Hannibal Klein?” He asked his tail curling upwards before settling down again. “You have a touch of destiny to you.” He purred. The way the man carried himself was distinctly purposeful but he couldn’t help but notice the touch of darkness in the man’s eyes, hiding behind the lustful glint he had been so accustomed to. He wondered privately if something had happened to the male but kept the thought to himself, there were far more pressing matters at hand. speaking Thinking you

Hannibal lurked closer with a flick of his pale hips. The beast was slender and pointed with regaining athletic runner's muscles. Paws hit the earth as if he walked on air and that mismatch mutated gaze was trained on Segar. It was as if Hannibal didn't dare rip his eyes off of the earthy toned male for if he did Segar would float away. Perhaps somewhere in his broken mind the albino thought the stranger was only an apparition. Another way for the cruel God's to play a trick on him. As he grew closer the skinny male listened to those accented tones, taking them in with even breaths and ample focus. Hannibal stopped at about two tail lengths away before speaking, if the stranger allowed him to get so close of course. "I am nothing, now." It was true. Once considered the Emperor of the Klein Empire.. Hannibal was now merely a deranged albino living in a bamboo maze. The ghoul sat down in front of the stranger and allowed his tail to curl around four black and white paws. "Destiny?" Did the Klein even believe in such a thing? " If that is so I am glad destiny has brought such a beautiful male to my company." Hannibal's voice was a deep purr, "Why have you come here, Segar?" White lashes fluttered against his pale gaze as a gaze of curiosity poured in Segar's emerald pools. ""