Trapped in a Nightmare

Hannibal put down an old Hare skin beneath his tangle of bamboo to avoid the moist dirt. With yellow teeth and a clenched jaw he moved it in place. With all his free time the male was getting crafty but only at a low level. The male was only a skeleton of his once rather divine form. Pink sore skin clung to skinny bones and white fur was now painted red with dried blood and brown with dirt. He was a mess. For quite a vain being it was clear he was going through something rather significant.

The sound of rather hefty pad falls surrounding her. Someone was going through the maze. Hannibal had memorized the passageways and even left himself little markers that only he would pick up on to know the way but night. But, many wandering souls ended up getting swallowed by it. Hannibal had made his home within the center of the maze at a dead end and it seemed this stranger was getting closer. The male opened his maw to allow the scent of this lost creature to fall upon his pink cracked tongue. In an instant his brow raised. It was feline but no mountain cat.

Two bursts of confused words fell into his ears and the male bristled. It seemed she was closer then he thought. Due to the dead end there was no use to hiding for she had already picked up on him. Thus, the male moved to greet the new comer face to face. Hackles raised and lips wrinkled into a disapproving sneer. Mis match eyes fell upon the sight of this impressive beast. A black Lioness with beaming yellow optics. Hannibal connected his own blood shot gaze with hers. "You do not belong here." His voice was husky and crackled due to a lack of use. When alone with no companion but a Stoat you don't chat much.

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