malediction

It had been a day since pledging himself to Tyranis and the male spent most of his time within the lustrous lands they would soon claim. Between hunting, patrolling, and lazing about the male was rather 'busy' for once. Hannibal found it nice to be a part of a cause again and perhaps this one would not fall so easily. The sun had fallen which brought forth the night, yet within the shaded thicket of this forest he could hardly even see the setting sky. The male was a bit of a night owl, having only awoken a few hours ago he was rather refreshed and ready to venture on into the evening.

Hannibal soon found himself lingering along the river that separated the shrine and the forest. His phantom like form slithered along the tree line with a look of mild curiosity. Thoughts of fishing crossed into his mind but he did not act on them just yet. Hannibal was far too full from his meal before bed this morning to eat anymore protein. Thus, the beast merely stood at the shore of the river looking downward at the flowing water below. His mismatched eyes feasted upon the rippled reflection of his own unique form before it got a tad bit too dark to recognize. Hannibal lowered himself onto his rump and took in the gentle sounds of wildlife and rushing water.