Me and the Devil

Hannibal was born and bred to sit upon a crimson throne. War, combat, leadership, and strategy had all been ingrained within his mind from day one. His father the longterm Emperor of the Klein Empire handed down the crown to his prized son, Hannibal, upon his coming age. Not long after he took the throne their was a famine that destroyed the Kingdom inwardly and forced them to relocate. Due to the guilt Hannibal took it upon himself to search for new lands to spread his seed and build up a new Kingdom for his family to flourish. Perhaps some that survived starvation and disease would follow. But, as of right now the male was alone and wanted nothing more then to find a sense of worth again. Perhaps this Erövrare was the answer.

Strong vocals filled the air and Hannibal ate them up. His ears flicked with each syllable and those mismatch eyes remained locked onto Tyr's own. Conqueror. A term Hannibal's father was once referred to as. A simple nod would be seen in response, the beast was rather interested at this point. When the darker Wolf spoke it seemed like he was reciting from the Klein family's personal handbook. Only the strong would rise in rankings. You had to prove yourself to get anywhere, even if you were of blood. Hannibal had to personally punish and banish many of his kin due to their disgustingly lazy ways. If you did not aid the Empire in some way you had no reason to be included within its ranks.

If Hannibal hadn't already been sold on the idea of this Pack he now was with Tyr's next words. “And of course, strong wolves take what they desire without the fear of recourse. Food, mates, resources, even slaves.” Salivating lips curled into a sickening smirk as he heard those delightful words. Hannibal took what he wished without looking back. If he wanted to mate he would mate. If he wanted to eat he would eat. And if he wanted to claim he would claim. Within the Empire they had numerous slaves and servants. His favorite being a little fae named Baalat. She was an albino girl similar to himself who obeyed his every command. A twinge of pain would bubble within his chest as he thought of her demise to the famine. Though, as he shook those thoughts. "You speak my language, Tyranis." His voice was laced with venom as he thought of the endless opportunities such a pack would have to offer.

The next tones slipped into his ears and Hannibal sat up ever so slightly. His voice now a bit more stern as the attention was seemingly pinpointed onto himself. "Firstly, I am Hannibal Iber Klein." His head dipped downward in a rather polite bow as he introduced himself. Perhaps one day that name would be known throughout these lands. As his slender head raised upward once again the behemoth continued, "I am an able bodied hunter and warrior, trained to defend myself and others. But, my strengths truly lie within my ability to lead. I was the rightful heir to my father's throne and leadership was drilled into my core from day one. Pack management, discipline, and strategy is what I excel in." Of course this was all talk and Hannibal would need to prove himself of these claims, but he spoke nothing but the truth. With a bit of freshening up the phantom would make a great leader. But, he was surely fine with rising up the ranks to show his worth. "I have no ties to these lands and I am nothing but a foreigner to the natives. I can be yours to do with as you please in order to build this mighty Kingdom, Tyranis." As long as the male was free to do as he pleased Hannibal would enjoy nothing more then to forge a pack with this male. He had nothing to lose and there was nowhere to go but up.