Falling Stars [Hannibal]

The sun had fallen and the whispers of the night called forth the phantom from his hiding place. The beast emerged from the chains of his den to explore the endless wilderness. In his time he had discovered some delightful spots to return to. The lake inhabited by fireflies had been among his favorites. Thus, as pink pads carried his rested form towards the sparkling lake a tiny grin appeared upon his lips. As the male traveled his head was high and his tail higher. His alabaster fur and contrasting ebony 'marking's were complimented by the moon's gaze. One blue and one ashen pink eye feasted upon the nature he swiftly passed. The ghost weaved through the trees with a certain silence that may be haunting to an onlooker.

As Hannibal neared the lake a scent and fresh tracks filled his senses. His trot slopped and an ebony brow raised in pure curiosity. The beast then slowly made his way through the thicket and closer to the brim of the pond. As he broke through the male laid eyes upon a seated femme at the shoreline. Hannibal took a moment to silently study her features before shrugging to himself. Introducing himself hasn't gone wrong yet. Thus, the phantom slithered towards the seated babe. Not lacking manners, he sat down about eight tail lengths away as the shoreline to her left. A tiny grin remained upon his lips as mismatch eyes shamelessly grazed her bodice. Now close enough to get a good look at this sunny beauty. "Your pelt is a match for stars themselves." His baritone vocals filled the air with a flurry of chilled air. It seems winter was as close as ever, soon enough this lake may be covered with ice. They must relish in it's delights while it lasts.

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