malediction

The two danced with their silver tongues under the moonlight. Smirks and playful looks were exchanged between them both, a game Hannibal loved more them anything. His eyes caught the ridges buried within her dark fur, it was hard to make them out but he concluded they were delicate scars. His gaze moved from her legs upward towards her muzzle where the scars were much easier to see. Also, he noted that delightful pink nose which was much like his own. Hannibal was void of any scars or mutilation, he lucked out in the battles he participated in. Or perhaps his opponents were scared to scar a Prince? Though, he was a veteran in two wars and came out clean.

Delightful tones hit the air and the beast fled from his riddling thoughts. His eyes moved to connect with her own once again, that sly smirk remaining upon his pink lips. "Who truly knows what lies beyond death?" The male offered a shrug of his own. He liked to think there were Gods and Goddesses smiling down upon him and blessing him in times of need. But, the realist in him knew they were likely all alone in this world.

Once again his deeper thoughts were wiped away as her voice lifted into the air. A little growl of -delight- rumbled in his throat before he indeed offered his name. "Hannibal Iber Klein." He was quick to reveal his true name, there was no reason to hide it. One day the natives of these lands would be chanting his name in some fashion. The thought sent chills down his spine, though he snapped out of it to move his attention fully onto her now. "Now that I have shared mine, will this divine Lady grace me with her own?" A brow raised as he lowered his head slightly. Who was this scarred seductress?