Me and the Devil

Hannibal continued his lonesome journey as a rogue. Slithering his phantom like form through the thicket of the Soulless Forest towards the shrine. War drums sounded as his pads fell upon the earth with ease. There was no hiding this alabaster beast, beneath the moonshine his white fur seemed to brighten even more then usual. Hannibal had no reason to hide with a fully belly and the wish to meet other natives. The life of a rogue was nice but he was a social creature brought up in a large family of people who rather enjoyed the sound of their own voices. (Himself included.) Thus, the undying silence of being alone day after day was terrorizing the behemoth. The man was a serpentine that must wrap himself within the dramas and goings on of every day life. Without any of that he was merely a shell of a Wolf. Just surviving did not do it for him, at all.

The scent of another slithered it's way into the Albino's jaws as he neared the shrine. The moon seemed to reflect off of the already luminous waters causing the clearing to have a rather divine feel to it. Supernatural even. Mis-matched orbs feasted upon the sight before him as he witnessed another Wolf seated at the pool. Hannibal stopped his steps for a good few moments as he took in his surroundings. Parted jaws took in the scents which only included that of stale prey and this male Wolf in front of him. With a nod to himself Hannibal made his way towards the stranger. He moved to also take a seat at the edge of the pool, a few feet to the left of the larger stranger to respect personal space. The phantom took a moment to look downward into the waters and a wave of nostalgia washed over him. Various thoughts of war and suffering came forth, distant memories of his past creeping up in the back of his mind. A bloody picture to painted on such a beautiful night. Hannibal ripped his eyes from the pool and shook away the thoughts before looking towards the stranger. "Haunting, is it not?" The male gestured towards the pool with his dappled nose, "What are you looking for?" His voice was baritone but rolled off the tongue with a certain elegance only confidence could offer.