The Flower and the Phantom

It was an odd feeling Hannibal had. Unfamiliar to say the least. After the chance encounter of netting Spiderfor the first time the little arachnid would not leave his mind in this weirdest moments. No he was not lovestruck nor was he prancing around like a gleeful pup. The thoughts seemed to just come and go when his mind had no other stimulation. Thus In those moments sitting upon the moon touched cliff staring up at the painted skies a little smile slipped across his pale lips. The cliff seemed to glisten within the light and thus making his alabaster fur even brighter then normal. Suddenly the beast tossed his head into the air and let forth a beautiful howl, beckoning his new friend Spider. He figured they should meet again and what better moment then under such a great display in the sky.

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