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Black and white paws hit the obsidian sand with ease. Ebon paw prints were left with each gentle step. The moon was high in the sky and illuminated the beach in a wash of blue. It seemed the tiny crystals in each sand grain reflected the light which made the shore shine. In contrast to the midnight black sand the male's albino form seemed to be brighter then even. His alabaster fur was nearly blinded as he was surrounded by the moons light. The aesthetic of it all caused the beast's heart to flutter as he moved to lay his large body down. Hannibal laid on his side with his tail flicking against the sand. His head remained raised so no sand would get on his face and his eyes were connected to the moon itself. The bi-colored gaze moved over the various craters and ridges that were visible due to the fullness of the moon. Tiny grey specks that showed the dimension of the moon and nothing more. Due to his slightly weak pink eye he found it hard to directly focus on the orb for too long.

After his grand promotion to Taskmaster and the news of his oncoming offspring the male was riddled with things to do. Constantly training his servant, tending to Thys, and much more. Hannibal deserved a bit of a break. Thus, he found himself lounging on the shore of this black beach with a neutral expression staining her pale features. It was an exciting time but he needed a clear mind with the coming of pups. Hannibal felt as though he owed it to his offspring to teach and nurture them with all of his heart. Despite being cruel and selfish the thing that matters most to the demon his blood. The Klein bloodline is sacred and it is now being passed down to a new generation of powerful Wolves. They must know their worth and be taught the proper values in life. To gain power, strength, knowledge, and to keep your family close. When packs fell families remained strong. In a panic you would always rely on your blood for you should never trust others fully. There were countless riddles and tales the hellhound would pass on but in those moments the male would let the deep thoughts slip away. His eyes flicked down to focus on the crashing waves and begin to relax silently. This would be perhaps the only moment of serenity Hannibal will have until after the pups are born.

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