The Cave

The waves crashed against the shore with a timed and soft rhythm. Sea spray was in the air, painting the pale male's fur in a gentle wash of salt. The Iberian tones of the stranger before Hannibal hit his thin ears with ease. Wide mis match eyes took in the stranger's earthy pelt and strong demeanor. The wash of russet browns and gentle tans nearly caused Hannibal's deprived jowls to water. The flourish of the opposing male's tones caused desire to crawl along the albino's spine. He was not so broken to fling himself uselessly at a stranger but lust was evident in his formerly frail stature.

Hannibal allowed his eyes to settle on Segar Flores' green gaze with ease. "I am Hannibal Iber Klein." It was the first time in a long while his chest swelled with pride to utter such a name. A name that once brought fear or strength to other's hearts. But now? He was merely a shadow.. a skeleton of what such a name once meant. A twinge of that former confidence could be seen flash through his gaze but it was only a touch. "You do not smell of any packs I know.." Hannibal cocked his head to the side in idle curiosity. "Who are you, Segar Flores?"

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