spider kisses

It seemed the south was riddled with ghastly beasts and riddled jokers. Hannibal had only called these lands home for a short period of time and had already met many oddballs. Favoring some more then others, especially the boy who struck his heart with an arrow. Spider. It was an odd feeling to find romance so early on in his journey and especially so soon after ending his nomadic life, but it was not time for wedding bells. Hannibal's lusty needs were not so easily satisfied and he had yet to see Spider since their first encounter. For now, the oddball would just be a fond memory tearing away at Hannibal's cold heart.

The phantom hated the winter but mostly the snow, thus he was making it a point to stay far far away from the north. He heard haunting tails of billows of snow, even encountering some when Erovrare was formed. Therefore it was to no surprise the beast found himself in Auster once again. Slithering his way through the deep south with narrowed eyes and pointed ears. The male was unfamiliar with these lands and made sure to keep his wits about him. His usual air of dominance was clear as well, a black and white tail flew high and his saunter was as cocky as ever. A little smirk even slipped across his pale lips as he neared the cove. The smell of a femme entered his moist, dappled, nose as his large paws hit the sands. The sun was finally falling which made the journey just that much more pleasurable for the phantom due to his skin condition. Soon, as he grew closer his mismatch eyes fell upon whom he assumed the scent came from, which was a cream colored Wolfess. Hannibal took a moment to eye her before moving to 'close the distance' between them. Stopping at about seven tail lengths away to stare at her with a wicked gaze. "Evening."