legends

Hannibal hadn't allowed his true colors to seep through his gentleman-like shell. Deep down the beast wasn't a creature of horrors. One day the male was born a pure pup with no evil in his heart. Though, as he grew up his Father drilled harsh ideologies in his mind. They were not of violence but the cruel truth of gaining power. Expressing dominance, a cold heart, and minimal trust. Hannibal was to find a select few of whom he truly trusted and they would be his only companions. So far he has found Nephthys who is slowly proving to be a worthy dame and her companion Leera. Though, Leera was far too close to Tyranis for Hannibal's liking. - Nevertheless it was all diplomacy and it explained why Hannibal had reacted to the allergy attack in a bit of a negative way. This stranger could have poisoned him and his defenses went up naturally.

The pale male stared at Rive as she spoke before offering a tiny nod. "I care not where you sleep, love." His breaths were still shaky but his normal silver tongue was back in play. Hannibal lowered his head down to the earth with a huff as if attempting to ignore the burning itch on his leg. "Let us get some rest before we go silly in the mind." A light hearted chuckle could be heard as he offered the obsidian gal a handsome smile. His tail curled up around his hind legs as his eyes began to shut and he easily drifted off into a hazy slumber.