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Hannibal allowed his gaze to ravage the ebon male with ease, lingering upon the facial scars. The scars were handsome to say the least as the phantom was evidently attracted to those with riddled pasts. Hannibal was void of any sort of scars just out of sheer luck at this point. You would think with his abrasive and domineering behavior the beast would have been put into his place. Yet, he has gotten away with all of his shenanigans to date. As his thoughts moved on so did his gaze. Hannibal looked towards the water as he silently observed the rolling waves. With each crash his ears flicked and the brisk winds caused for alabaster fur to dance.

As the stranger's baritone vocals hit cold ears Hannibal remained still. His words were mysterious and laced with an etching of darkness. Monsters. The word rang through the beast's mind for a moment before more of the stranger's words hit the air. The last assumption caused Hannibal to move his delightful gaze towards the now seated Wolf once again. A little grin slipped across formerly neutral lips. "I am a slave to the sun." It was a pathetic thing to admit but also something he could not change. Unless he found someone to craft him a cloak or some super herb to rub on his skin as a sun repellent he was mostly stuck with being nocturnal. "But, I do enjoy playing under the moon light. The monsters are much better play things..." With a fluttering of lashes the male stretched his legs ever so slightly. "Are you a monster?" A direct question with a delicious undertone. Would this stranger be scared off by Hannibal's odd behavior?

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