wanderlust

The serpentine slithered through the chilled lands with a devious smirk across his lips. He felt as though he had the paws of a God. Plucking a Wolf from the world in which she lived and tossing her into a new one. One that would be controlled by Hannibal himself, under the ruling of Tyranis of course. He had missed being able to wake up and have his breakfast delivered to his den. To have a servant rub aloe into his burnt back or scalp. Such a life he could have unless someone didn't snatch the bitch from him. For a long while he had been so tame in these new lands. Hannibal was a faceless creature of neutrality, unwilling to start needless trouble. Yet, this small encounter has lured forth his true colors. The inky black that has covered so carefully by the pure alabaster. The darkness that radiates from within his heart.

To avoid the water the male led Eulogy up towards the Soulless Forest. She was likely hungry and exhausted so who knew if she could endure the chilled waters. They traveled silently through thickets and the frosty wilds until they finally met the border. The stench of Erovrare filled his nose and a gentle sigh was let forth. Hannibal stopped in his tracks before pivoting to look down at the scarred babe. "Sit tight." His voice was entirely less pleasing and much more commanding. His head was high and his tail higher, the amount of dominance he emitted was sickening to say the least. Hannibal ripped his uneven gaze from his prey and his head shot upward. A powerful howl filled the air, just loud enough to be heard by those within the surrounding lands. But, the call summoned only one Wolf, The High Lord.

ooc: eulogy should post first

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