Dancing in the Dark

Hannibal kept his pale optics trained upon the delicious sight before him. As Segar spoke the beast's one and a half ears twitched as they drank in the accented tones. The tempting words and then the movement of the loner closing the distance between them caused a low growl to emit from Hannibal's throat. It was not threat but perhaps an invitation. A instinctual response to the growing desire and amplified dominance Hannibal was radiating. The flourish of that thick tail wafted the masculine perfume his way and he could have lived that moment for eternity. With a flutter of pale lashed he stared greedily at the opposing beast.

As Segar sat Hannibal followed suit. The albino lowered onto his haunches but allowed his form to press very gently against Segar's. A constant flow of electricity from their sensitive skin and the brushing of contrasting pelts. A venom laced grin stained his pale lips as he lulled over the question. "The pack you speak of is Ashen." His own vocals were deep and full of vivid need. "It is the resurrection of my families Empire with my sister Deathbelle as Empress and myself at her side as her Right Hand." Hannibal held no shame when announcing himself as the secondary Alpha. The crown fit just as it would if he were the primary. "We are a new and growing pack with strong and determined Wolves. The members we accept into our ranks must be ambitious to help the pack and to contribute as much as they can. It is the price to pay when being granted the opportunity to thrive within our borders." Hannibal allowed his eyes to rake over Segar's figure before resting once more at his own emerald optics. "I could use a male like yourself within my ranks." Truly the Hand hadn't a clue of the male's capabilities but for all he cared the beast could just pamper him with cuddles and look pretty.