chance or dumb luck

The accented words of the strange girl filled his ears. Hannibal took in her body language as she spoke and the smirk seemed to remain the entire time. Her flirtatious nature caused something to stir within the beast. Hannibal was not one to tempt for as his gaze roamed and his thoughts darkened it was easy for him to have a one track mind. Of course, if the feelings were mutual. Lust fought with simple amusement as he seemed to tense. Unmoving the male allowed her own deep pink eyes flow over his slender form. The beast was still much skinnier then he had been but his build was much more athletic with ripples of muscle.

A low growl formed in the base of his throat as he consumed her final words. The ghoul's smirk seemed to fade as a much more focused expression took it's place. It seemed fate had blessed him upon that night. To grant him with such a beautiful maid in a random cave.. It was all too perfect. Perhaps this Dutch was some sort of seductress or a trap. But, Hannibal did not let his mind dwell on what could happen but what should happen. "Do not say what you do not mean." Hannibal stood with ease before slinking over to the much smaller Wolf. He took in her feminine scent before completely closing the distance between them. If allowed, Hannibal would moved to brush his muzzle against her throat with another deep growl. "If these are games you play.. leave." Hannibal pressed his chest against her seated figure before moving his muzzle to her right ear, "Or stay and I will give you what you want.."

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