Me and the Devil

Hannibal's gaze took in the contrasting fur patterns and features of the stranger. Shamelessly absorbing those yellow eyes and the gentle wisps of white beneath them. Even the feint smile was caught and consumed with an undying hunger to admire. Hannibal fantasized about a beautiful world with all lovely things surrounding him. The aesthetic of the glowing pool illuminating both of their large and handsome forms was something of his fondest dreams. The beasts mind painted pretty pictures but they were often tainted by blood and gore not before long. Thus, he learned to take in tiny moments like these.

The phantom listened as baritone vocals filled the air. Bouncing off of the pool and into black and white ears. His tail curled around the right side of his body as he sat up straight. The curious gaze never left the stranger as more delicious tones were emitted. Hannibal seemed to perk up ever so slightly as such a declaration was revealed. This stranger will soon claim the very land they sat upon as his own, for a pack it would seem. Hannibal raised a brow in silent response before a name was revealed, for both the Wolf and the pack he aspired for. Tyranis Praetor. The partially albino male repeated the name within his mind, hopefully memorizing it.

A sickening smile curled across pale lips as Hannibal graced the confident stranger with his own song. "Nothing is more exhilarating then a King finding his throne." Hannibal thought back to the first time he sat in front of his Kingdom back home. Taking over his father's reign of the Klein Empire and commanding his people. The thoughts sent shivers down his spine before he came back to reality and eyed Tyranis. "Tell me of this Erövrare, Tyranis." The serpentine leaned forward with a curious gaze. What crown did this male wear? One of crimson or one of bone? Hannibal sought after a pack but only one in which he suited. It was easy for the phantom to blend but he truly wished to rise. If he were truly witnessing the foundation of a new Kingdom this was a good of a chance as any to renew his sense of worth and perhaps even gain some power the beasty itched for.