run from me

Hannibal had spent a short amount of time with his fanged daughter since arriving. He had managed to pluck some sort of information from her about her time without him. The pain of knowing she had been trapped and injured seriously ripped at his already swollen heart. Never could he imagine a way to make up anything or any time to his children. Overall the pale beast knew that the best way to rekindle any sort of ties with them would be space and time. Hannibal was not a father to push himself upon his offspring in hopes of their love. If they wished to hate them so be it but while he was home he would do everything to support them. If his spawn needed training, food, a shoulder to cry on, or someone to vent to he would be there. But, he was not going to beg for forgiveness. The male was never one to do so unless it came to his lovely Empress.

Banshee had informed the former Emperor of a new healer named Iolaire. Apparently this femme was the little sister of their very own Warlord. He never knew the former slave had any siblings but then again he did not know much about the fanged creature. Hannibal desired to meet this newcomer and have her suss out his leg. Normally he would have Lucerita do it but this gave him a prime excuse to speak with this stranger. Thus, Hannibal sat at the edge of the lake and let forth a strong howl that was just loud enough to reach the surrounding lands in search for the woman in question.

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