drowning in hatred

Hannibal had been a loyal subject to his King. He blissfully ignored the lazy members of the pack, even those that sat within thrones, and did his duties mindlessly. The hellhound patrolled, hunted, and even brought forth a servant to the ranks with more to come. Perhaps he had been a bit lust hungry lately with all the femme's seemingly being in heat at once but he had only bedded one. Whom he brought to the borders as soon as he found out she was with child. Despite the vicious nature of the albino beast he had all of his little ducks in a row for the High Lord and expected nothing but smiles in return.

The first to arrive was Leera who was a little snake he had met at the spider cavern. A twinge of a grin slipped across pale lips as he nodded towards the seemingly pregnant woman. Either the lithe girl had gotten knocked up or put on some pounds. But, it was news to him of her standing within Erovrare. Who's pups do you carry? It seemed Hannibal wasn't the only one getting busy. Sweet tones were emitted, first towards Thys but lastly towards Hannibal himself. It also seemed the two knew each other and his grin grew. Two venomous gals getting along and becoming friends.. If the beats had a heart it would have been warmed. "Greetings, Leera." His attention was taken by the silent entrance of his servant. Piercing cold eyes overcame her submissive form before his baritone voice filled the brisk air. "Eulogy prepare my den with a meal for our new arrival." He assumed this meeting would not take long once Tyranis showed so Thys should have some food waiting for her once they were free to cross the borders.

Soon the Wolf they had all been waiting for sauntered forth from the territory with a melanistic Cobra around his neck. Fancy. Hannibal flashed a smirk Tyr's way before dipping his head into a bow of regality. Though, the words his High Lord bestowed upon him caused his pleasant smirk to die down rather quickly. It was obvious with one glance to Thys that she was no healer and very much with child so the question as a whole was ignorant. The Taskmaster allowed for his dominance to die down as his Alpha came forth in order to show his respect. "This is Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel, soon to be mother of my offspring." Hannibal got right to it, avoiding the question as a whole. It was cold and the beast wanted nothing more but to sleep for the next seven hours. "I bring Nephthys here to join our ranks. I firmly believe she would make a fine Sister but I will leave that up to your own discretion, High Lord." His eyes never left the Alpha as his illustrious tones were emitted.