a single strand on the tapestry

Hannibal would never allow his lusty desires get in the way of his duty. With the amount of trials and tribulations he had gone through since coming to these forsaken lands he was grateful to even be considered for a leadership role. By right he was still heir to the Empire, but he had failed in grasping a crown when challenging for Erovrare. Deathbelle had found herself a throne in a much less violent and aggressive way. Hannibal had no reason to feel any ill feelings toward the babe for any of her decisions. Her words and actions were proving that she was a fine Alphess and he had no issues with supporting her as a secondary.

The male watched her with warm eyes and a seething need. Despite his understanding words he could not just simply dismiss the desire he felt for her. But, he would behave. As her words hit the air the male found himself standing to close the distance between them once again. Hannibal slpped behind her to allow his belly to press against her back and his head to curl along her upper shoulder blades. His tail curled against the cuddling forms and a long breath could be heard as he revealed his content. "You will be the greatest Alpha these lands have seen. Our parents would be incredibly proud." Hamiclar and Iber were likely swollen with pride within whatever paradise they may reside in. With that, the male allowed his eyes to slowly shut and his breathing calmed. Slowly the albino drifted off into a silent sleep.

-exit via sleep-

Hannibal // Deathbelle