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Hannibal had no desire for the youth. Anyone under the age of two was iffy for the male and he could easily contain his gaze. He did not look at the opposing younger male with lust but with hunger. The Taskmaster wanted nothing more but then to claim the boy to become a bond servant for Erovrare. But, it seemed with the amount of attitude exerted from the earthy toned boy's facial features he would not come as easily as the rest. Hannibal sought to connect his gaze with the older pup's own and it seemed he received nothing but disgust. The phantom thought of his pelt to be beautiful and unique. Others mostly seemed to have a similar thought process, but some thought of him as a mutant. It seemed perhaps this youngyin was on the more negative side of the spectrum.

As foreign vocals filled the air Hannibal merely matched the pup's eye rolls. So dramatic and disgustingly annoying. He would simply try to communicate one more time before exerting his force. The albino wasn't fond of harming such a young creature but it seems he was asking for it. Hannibal gave plenty warning of his intent. "I do not speak your putrid tongue, boy." A snarl could be seen as his lips curled upward to expose ivory teeth. "You are testing the wrong male's patience." It was one more invitation to talk.

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