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Ivory fangs punctured golden scales with ease. Hannibal came forth from with water with a sopping wet muzzle and a dying golden scaled Fish struggling in his jaws. Pale eyes were wide with joy as he dropped the massive thing into his pile and darted down to end its life for good. The opposing male offered his name as well as asking for his own. The lucky bastard complied, "Hannibal Iber Klein, Alpha of Ashen." They were of equal rank it seemed but.. Hannibal had the cool golden Fish.

The albino beast licked his lips again before flicking his gaze back down to the dead yet rather large Fish on the ground. "If there's one there must be more." A slinky smirk slipped across those blood stained lips as the slender male slipped towards the water. Eyes glanced across the depths as he studied the bold passing Fish silently. - Suddenly, Hannibal swiped a paw at another Fish in attempt to knock it from the water. Hopefully it would be another golden Fish..

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