On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]

More and more Wolves entered the battlefield and not one of them was Tyranis. Hannibal was surrounded by foreign beings and many of them seemed to be on Archon's side of the ring. The first to show from his alignment was Jekyll, which was a complete shocker, but did nothing but annoy him even more. The words of his pestering litter mate filled his pale ears. Jek stood at his side and the male's very presence sent a shiver of anger down Hannibal's spine. As he listened to the sputtering of negativity the Taskmaster flashed a seething glance his way, "This is not the time, brother." It was a respectful way of telling his kin to 'be gone.' He knew the fellow piebald wouldn't take the dismissal easily but it was very obvious this was not the time nor place for familia discussions.

Scents filled the air as the numbers grew. The taste of Nephthys filled his senses and Hannibal tossed a quick glance in her direction. She was the only one he could trust and that was saying a lot. The bitch was a serpent but also the mother of his offspring. Though, despite all of the odds stacked against him the phantom seemed to keep his cool. As it were was was surrounded by drama hungry monsters and one sign of weakness would only egg them on. it was the first time he could really get a good look at all the Wolves they resided within the surrounding packs. Most were good looking and some even fantastical. But, sadly the vain male couldn't dwell on the pretties for it seemed things were going to make a significant turn for the worse.

Everyone including himself was getting rather impatient for it seems Tyranis was not going to answer the call. An alpha not responding to his own challenge. Cowardice filled the air like a noxious gas and it only fueled Hannibal's annoyance. All eyes were on him and sadly that included Archon. The dire Wolf began speaking and the 'worse case scenario' came to light. Due to the fact that Tyranis decided not to show face at his challenge Archon was going to attempt to force claim Hannibal. The slaver being claimed.. how horribly sickening. A simple look of agitation washed over the pale beast's features as it all sunk in. In those moments Tyranis had dug his own grave. Hannibal poured his blood sweat and tears into Erovrare and what did it lead him to? Being force claimed by some sort of religious nut-brain and his band of holy rollers. All while his mighty leader hid in the safety of his den. Hannibal did more then anyone in the pack and here he was getting the shit end of the stick with not one other high ranking Erovrare wolf in sight. No Praetor nor wreckage, just the Kleins. Which is nothing but foreshadowing for what is to come no matter what came of the oncoming fight.

"I haven't a clue what you speak of." Archon's vague explanation was nothing more then fuel to the fire. Of course more then the obvious reasons Tyranis had caused this commotion due to his stubborn attitude. As an alpha of a darker aligned pack with a rather stubborn viewpoint on many matters one must be able to fight ones battles. It seemed the Praetor 'King' was nothing more then talk. "Mm, seems due to the absence of Tyranis I have been nominated to clean up his mess." He narrated the situation to verbalize the downfall of his alpha. Perhaps this was the lurking consequence of joining a pack rather then forming his own. Maybe Hannibal should have just waited for his family to follow him to Boreas and rebuild the Empire with time. Though, if it weren't for the chain of events Hannibal wouldn't have his beloved offspring. The thought of the power he has gained while residing within Erovrare settled his mind a tad bit. This was just the shove he needed to take hold of his future and take the next steps to rip the crown from those undeserving. Yet, this all depended on what the outcome of this fight would be.

As Archon readied his defenses Hannibal allowed his gaze to sweep over those around him. "Let it be known I, Hannibal Iber Klein, stand where Tyranis Praetor should. I fight while the alpha of Erovrare hides from the promise of bloodshed." Perhaps the surrounding strangers didn't care but his words would go down in history. Despite the outcome of the fight it would be known to everyone that Hannibal had the balls fight a battle that was not his.

Hannibal then hunkered down to secure his defenses. Pink lips curled upward to expose menacing ivories. His slender head tilted downward in order to protect his sensitive neck region. Pale eyes were narrowed in case dust and dirt kicked up as well as the beaming sun. Ears flattened against Hannibal's skull to make them much less of a target. His head lowered in order to aligned with his spine. Hannibal's legs bent to lower the entirety of his form towards the earth to increase stability. Legs were evenly placed and weight distributed among them for balance. Toes were splayed ever so slightly to grip the earth with pink toe beans. A black and white tail was aligned with his spine as well for balance in movement to come. Last but not least Hannibal's hackles were raised and bunched to protect his scabby back and to further intimidate. The Klein was ready for the fight and breathed confidence despite the size difference. "On your move."

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