watercolor sunset

The hellhound's pale muzzle now dampened with murky water that idly dripped to the earth below. He was eager for casual conversation. Hannibal had bumped into such dramatic beings. Theatrical nightmares and pleasures of the baddies that roam Boreas. He was ready to slow his roll and spend some time alone or with those that don't give him a migraine. Though, this was easily the pot calling the kettle black due to the fact that he was the worst of them all. Drama and terrors radiate from his hellish bodice and tempted others to follow in his footsteps. A silver-tongue and phantom like demeanor led him down a horrific path of constant troubles. Deep down the beats yearned for it, but in these solemn moments he wanted nothing more then normalcy. Mild attention to deflate his bursting ego.

The tan furred babe to his side replied with the same word he had greeted her with. A simple tone of neutrality. Though, after a few sips of water the female continued on. His gaze moved to the sky and so did his. Hannibal stared at the beautiful display of warm hues that painted the atmosphere. The sun was setting and the bright orb low to the the horizon made his pink eye strain. If one looked close enough they could see red veins in the pink orb. With a simple nod he ripped his gaze away and back towards the stranger. "It is the promise of a delightful evening." He often counted the minutes until the sun disappeared the moon replaced it. "What brings you to the Dance-floor?" Simple curiosity brought forth the inquiry.