The Cave

“A hunter by trade, but a wanderer at heart.” He explained, sitting to let the man examine him more closely.“And yourself Hannibal Klein?” He asked his tail curling upwards before settling down again. “You have a touch of destiny to you.” He purred. The way the man carried himself was distinctly purposeful but he couldn’t help but notice the touch of darkness in the man’s eyes, hiding behind the lustful glint he had been so accustomed to. He wondered privately if something had happened to the male but kept the thought to himself, there were far more pressing matters at hand.

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