Well this isn't right

Hannibal was naturally dominant and it did not matter who he encountered. The only two Wolves who had his respect in this dreary land. Tyranis and Cloudburst. He had yet to really get to know his other pack mates, but they were generally his equals until he gained rank. Anyone else deserved to know they were lesser. His arrogance was sickening and would likely get him into an awful lot of trouble at some point. Thus, as the hellhound looked downward towards this thin specimen with a huge grin. It seemingly took a few moments for the female to register what was happening. Which was completely understandable since he had started rambling on without any notice. She likely didn't even notice him coming until the last minute.

Slowly she seemed to come to, looking around before turning her attention towards him. Her voice was very gentle and quite, it reminded him much of Pari and even Spider slightly. He thought quickly of the numerous submissive beings these lands have to offer. But, Boreas did not lack the bold either. Though, his attention quickly returned to her as he aimed to gain eye contact. "Eulogy." Hannibal spoke the word with a linger of venom, if he spoke it he would remember it. But, this fae would be hard to forget with those dreadful scars. "So pretty.." His own voice was now soft, but in a much more low and haunting way then her own. The phantom tilted his head with a raised brow, "Are you lost?" The babe looked rather lost with her wandering gaze and puzzled expression.

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