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The pad falls came before the sweet sweet smell of a deadly flower filled the monster's dappled nose. Mis match eyes went wide in extreme disbelief, almost the same as when Pandora stumbled upon him. A pale slender face flicked to the direction in which the movement came from and he took in the elegant form of his younger sister. Hannibal's eyes ravaged her illustrious form with nothing more then fierce passion. Love made his heart swell and thud like booming war drums. In an instant the distance between them closed and two slim yet strong legs were wrapped around Hannibal's high shoulders. The albino took in a long breath to inhale her scent and burry his muzzle into her lower hackles, if she allowed of course.

After a long silent moment the slim male spoke for the first time in a few days, "My flower.." Hannibal's voice was a deep rumble that came forth from the depths of his throat. If he had any tears left to spare the male would have been a weeping maid. Formerly reuniting with a family member would have been heart wrenching but due to his unstable emotional state he was much more fragile. A porcelain doll patched together by tiny shreds of linen tape. As he took in her scent he couldn't help but to notice the smell of his daughter, Banshee. Eyes remained wide as he removed his muzzle from her fur, "D-do you have Banshee..?"

Hannibal // Deathbelle