Wool Of Bat, And Tongue Of Dog

Pale paws met the obsidian sand with a beautiful contrast. The moon was high within the dark sky which illuminated his albino pelt with ease. The beast seemed to radiate as he slithered through the salty shore. His slender head was perked up and a domineering smirk fell upon his pink lips. A smell fell upon his salivating tongue that seemed to perk his interest. It had a twinge of severe familiarity that made his heart thud. Klein. The scent was of his blood but not someone he thought would follow him to Boreas. Cordelia was a riddled madwoman but she did always have pride in her surname. The charcoal babe was his litter mate and beautiful sister. Even while having a brain seeping with evil.

Hannibal followed the scent with a devilish look in his pale eyes. The very gentle craters of pad falls could be seen and he followed eagerly. Though, it was difficult to spot the black femme within the seething blanket of ebon sand. It was only until he witnessed movement the male would pinpoint her location not to far along the shoreline. The phantom trotted her way with no reason to conceal his arrival. As Hannibal reached seven tail lengths away his steps came to a slow stop and his luxurious tones hit the crisp air. "You've come." Two simple words for many to come. He knew such a reunion would be riddled with theatrical appreciation.