Party Starter

A delightfully familiar call filled Hannibal's ears and a smile slipped across his pink lips. The beasts got up from his resting spot within his lonely den and trotted off through the forest towards the borders. He knew instantly who had summoned him. Carthage. His brother. A hound from the depths of hell. A seasoned warrior that would rip another to shreds in an instant. His insane bloodlust was something of horror stories and Hannibal loved him for it. Excitement bubbled in the albino's chest as he thought over the possibilities of Carthage joining the pack. He would make for excellent member to this kingdom of baddies. They were in need of Wolves and he would do just fine.

Hannibal broke through the thicket with a low gruff. Mismatch eyes finally falling upon his near twin with a thick smirk taking over his lips. "You look like a twig." The phantom moved to completely close the distance between them. Aiming to press his chest against his brothers and embrace him for a moment. The male took in the familiar scent of his kin and the lingering stranger that Hannibal could only assume was a one night stand. The beast then took a single step back and stared into the eyes of Carthage. "This place has been far too dull without you." Hannibal tilted his head, "Have you come to stay, Carthage?" His voice was luxurious and low, a simple lure. The beast attempted to tug at his brothers heart strings in order to convince him to stay if he weren't already. Boreas needed more Klein blood.