Skeletons and Hexes

Mismatch eyes took in the exotic form of the strange femme. It was getting to be a trend with Hannibal attracting these odd beings. It seemed he was magnetized to the troubled and puzzled of these lands. Though, he was not complaining for the weirdos brought forth easy entertainment for the lazy beast. His words could easily twist and turn the simple minds of the ill-natured. To cause drama and conflict with a short sentence or a judgmental gaze. Such brought an unnerving joy to his sick mind, a joy he could not describe. Perhaps it was his own narcissism or underlying issues peaking through. But, on the outside one would never see such things unless they were to crack away at his thick shell. To an outsider Hannibal was merely a horn-dog with a god complex, but within he merely wish to see the destruction of normalcy and rise against the lazy royalty of these lands.

The beautiful cascade of oranges and magenta painted a beautiful picture. This luxurious lady with an abnormally long tail and delicate golden jewelry practically caused the male to salivate. Her scent was alluring to say the least. She radiated a feminine scent with something else. Was it masculine? The scent of a male lover, perhaps? The beasty could not put his claw on it, thus he would not dwell. The hiss of her vocals allowed for a escape as his attention moved completely her way once again. Black and white ears flicked about as he took in her gracious words like the lustful glutton he was. Theatrical verbiage brought a shiver down his spine as a smirk shamelessly slipped across his pale-pink lips. Hannibal desired nothing more then an intellectual and it seems he found once, unless her words were a front. "An evening stroll." He locked eyes with the venomous Queen as his head cocked to the left side. Hannibal's thick winter coat dancing in the gentle breeze as more of his own hungry tones hit the floor. "I woke from my nap with an unbearable desire for mental stimulation." His lips curled upward in a tiny grimace, exposing saliva covered fangs. "I fear my day to day has become rather drab." Pink and blue eyes seemed to pout as if in self pity.

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