The Chronicles of Scablord and Godfart

Hannibal would take any allies he could get. After all of this commotion the true colors of who he thought had his back had been shown. Tyranis and Cloud were not to be trusted. Leera was being shipped off to another pack. Eulogy was likely gone and who really knew what the others were doing. Ezio was likely off separating himself from the drama. Nephthys was hopefully.. safe with the pups. As he thought of his offspring pain surged through his form but he stifled any expression that went with it. Hannibal would not expose the fact that he had children to Archon. He doubted the Godly male would want anything with them, but it was best left unsaid.

As Archon spoke a nod was seen from Hannibal. "Indeed we do." It seemed everyone was out to get Tyranis. Perhaps the male's mouth was far to loud for it's own good. Hannibal felt bad for the new King.. The albino joined Erovrare with the wishes to help Tyranis to build a blossoming kingdom for their pups to grow and eventually take to churn into an Empire. Months ago Hannibal held no ill will at all for the Praetor name and was rather content with being the Taskmaster. But, in these moments, as a prisoner and with everything that had happened.. Hannibal was ready to fight for what mattered. That would be for Leera, for Nephthys, for all of the innocent pups they had brought into the world. He hoped that if he managed to gain leadership of Erovrare he could grow a strong Pack for those he truly cared for to thrive within.

Hannibal's thoughts quickly shifted as Archon began to litter the air with curiosity. The albino raised a black brow as he thought over the questions. The beast was rather unaware of the Praetor demons. Hannibal was completely out of the loop with their mumbo jumbo so Tyranis' and his demonic poltergeist voodoo stuff was beyond his realm of thought. "I haven't got a clue to be honest. Perhaps he has some sort of mental illness?" Hannibal was rather detached from paranormal ideals. He believed in no Gods nor did he think demons existed in the slightest. Thus, the only conclusion was that all these Wolves were just bat shit crazy. Though, Archon's second question was one he could easily answer. "Five pups with Leera, who you may have seen at the battlefield. A woman who has bigger balls then any of us.." Metaphorically, of course.