enjoy the flames

Unfathomable pain filled Hannibal's heart as he thought over those who he had hurt. The male's children despised his very essence, his family doubted him beyond repair, and he left Deathbelle his loose ends once again. When he left he was doing a lot of the grunt work in the pack. Patrolling, managing stores, and maintaining the lands. A lot of their pack members were youth so he had to pick up a lot of roles. With his absence he could imagine Sirius and Belle had a lot of added stress. Not only was it losing a high ranking Wolf but it was losing someone to help in the numerous tasks that needed to be done.

Blue painted the normally red rocks as the moon shined bright in the sky. It was midnight and a chill had settled in. He was acclimating to the warmth of the west after living in the north for so long. Even the deserts long cold nights had nothing on a northern winter. The weather was another reason it took him so long to get home. Hopefully Belle of all Wolves would understand. He really hoped someone would. Hannibal had settled with his own guilt and was aware his children would never forgive him for 'abandoning' them. They were young and had experienced more sorrow in their lives then most adult Wolves he knew. Though, the male couldn't help but to have the inability to really resonate with their resentment. Hannibal would allow his spawn to dislike him but never would he accept any sort of back lash other then the initial grief. The albino thought back to his own father and how truly harsh and cruel he was. Hamiclar was a tyrant and a true Emperor. Hannibal was a Squirrel in comparison to that melanistic behemoth. The fact that the albino's offspring had the ability to whine was something Hannibal had been completely deprived of. At their age he would have been nearly starving to death while still having to maintain order under his father's stern rulings.

Hannibal weaved through the spires with a slanted gaze. A flurry of emotions took the male on a journey of guilt, annoyance, and yearning. All the male wanted was to aid his family in their path of greatness. Hopefully one day he would be able to do so without interruption. He knew the first step in doing so was to not coddle his angst riddled offspring but to speak with his Empress. Upon coming back to the Empire he noticed she was healthy and well. Two very promising things. But, he knew looks were deceiving and he desired to know all of what happened while he was away. Hannibal felt a tad nervous while thinking of the possibilities of their conversation. Would she allow him to remain a high ranking member of the pack? Would she chew him out? With the only way to find out he tossed his slim head into the air and called forth for his divine half-sister.