Skeletons and Hexes
As the sun was slowly making its descent the phantom was ready to make his appearance for the day. Usually the male would have steered clear of grassy planes but due to the cloudy autumnal day he was fine with venturing forth. His delicate pink paw pads hit the earth with ease. Large jaws were ajar as he allowed scents to travel into his mouth and onto his tongue. Tasting his surroundings and what was that? Another Wolf? Hefty steps slowed as his pink and blue gaze swept the dance floor. A brow raised as he was having issues pin pointing where the scent came from, thus the beasty continued his little journey. Just a bit more cautious now. A gentle breeze chilled his large form as he moved across the grassy fields. Hannibal's head was held high and his tail held higher. With the knowledge of another Wolf nearby his demeanor grew into that of an abrasive amount of dominance, per usual. Despite not knowing who this stranger was or if he would even come across them he would exert his dominance nonetheless. Hannibal's arrogance was sickening, to say the least. The wind picked up and so did the strength of this Wolf's scent. A pale pink tongue slipped across ivory teeth as his eyes flicked towards a darker form in the distance. His other brow rose and his eyes squinted, finally making out that this form was indeed another Wolf. His steps stopped and his mind went over his options here. The phantom could easily slip away and never be seen, or he could prowl up to this stranger and exchange greetings.. With a cock of his head and a flick of his tail the beast set forth. Trotting towards the stranger with a silly smirk upon his lips. Of course he was going to go introduce himself, he was currently on a roll with meeting new Wolves lately. Making connections and perhaps luring others to join his new pack. For such a temperamental beast he was rather sociable lately, likely due to the fact that he had nothing to lose. Hannibal moved towards the Wolf head on for there was no reason to hide, yet. His eyes remained trained upon the Wolf, studying her features as he grew closer. The most notable feature he could see from a distance was the abnormally long tail. This struck interest within the beast's eyes and a little hum of curiosity in his throat. But, he stopped his trot at about seven tail lengths away. Hannibal had no intentions of getting any closer, for now. "Your scent called to me." His chin lowered as he stared at her exotic features, "Now I see why." His smirk grew from silly to sickening. The phantom had no shame with his lustful gaze, but he was not so piggish to carry on further. "What brings this temptress to the West?" His raised tail flicked in mild excitement as he longingly awaited her answer.
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