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Hannibal was a speck of ivory upon the obsidian beach. He stood out like a sore thumb but did not mind much. The hellhound welcomed chance encounters and drama. Without those two things the male would have little to do. He could only converse with his bitch of a baby momma or vent to his flimsy servant for so long. Thus, as the pad falls filled his ears a little bubble of excitement filled his chest. Hannibal opened his strong jaws to allow for that masculine scent to fall upon his pink tongue. Pale lips salivated as baritone vocals filled thin ears. A little grin slipped across his lips as he lazily rolled over to his other side in order to face the stranger. Before him stood a strong ebon Wolf with noticeable scars. A curious brow raised as bi-colored optics fed upon this strangers beautiful body. "Yes.. yes it is." Hannibal remained laid upon his side with his head raised. Ivory teeth flashed as his gazed aimed to connect with the stranger's own. The male had been littered with beautiful femmes lately and had little encounters with handsome males. Hannibal's tastes were of a large variety and primarily leaned towards males as a whole. Other then his nights with Spider his lust had not been satiated but he learned not get his hopes up. It was a rarity after all, to find others interested in the opposite sex. Thus, after a few moments the albino let forth more alluring tones. "Does the moon call to you as well?" Hannibal was a follower of the moon for one large reason, his weak skin. The sun was the devil thus he was nocturnal to save his albino skin from horrible burns.

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