The Chronicles of Scablord and Godfart

The marching steps of the Band leader fell upon mismatch ears. Hannibal perked up, raising his head from the water, and eyeing Archon. He acted like no slave for in the Klein's mind he was not one. Though, his normal dominance was not seen. Completely neutral and blank his pale orbs washed over the leader with an expressionless look. How was Hannibal meant to feel towards Archon? Angry he bettered him in a fight? The albino was much more angry at himself, which was evident, but for now all of the above would go unsaid.

Baritone speech slipped into Hannibal's ears and a nod could be seen. "Thankfully so. My wounds are healing well." Despite his skin condition the male was pretty healthy as well as being a pack Wolf. He had plenty of energy to devote towards recovery. "What will you be trading me for?" Archon hadn't mentioned anything, but it was pretty obvious to the male. Why else would the Godly man take Hannibal? Maybe he just wanted a pretty slave boy.