ivory

It seemed many of the being's Hannibal encountered in these new lands lacked a certain pizzaz he was use to back home. He has yet to meet a mighty King or a talented cleric. Only nomads attempting to survive. There has yet to be that burning sensation of need and desire like he was use to. Calm conversations of pleasantries. Perhaps he needed to get out more, meet more Wolves, or move onto another region. Hannibal was a theatrical being with a need for drama and lust. So far, no one was quite doing it for him. Though, hopefully this would all change with due time.

As Hannibal gave his warning it seemed the fiery stranger did not cower. A little chuckle and baritone vocals swept through the air with ease. "Are you one of these 'baddies' that stalks around the night? Should I be hiding my children, hiding my wife?" Hannibal stopped his steps and stared into the eyes of this stranger. A sickening smile curling at the corners of his black and pink lips. The male cocked his head to one side with wide eyes. "Little ol' me?" Hannibal fluttered his white eyelashes with a little growl bubbling deep within his throat. "I have no time for children and wives." His head raised, pointing his nose upward but continuing to gaze into the strangers eyes. "I prefer the company of a much more desirable audience." The beast had eyes for unique beauties. Handsome men and woman to satiate his undying need for pleasure. The phantom stood still now, still smiling and staring. "Do your curiosities often lure you from your wife and children?" His voice was a gentle purr as he stood about four tail lengths away now.