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Hannibelle



Hannibal

Somnium

age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
4
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
393
player
Kara
01-04-2020, 11:18 PM


Worry soared through pale eyes as the male carefully offered his shoulder to the fae. Never did he imagine their excursion coming to a halt so soon. Perhaps the idea of a predator or something back home prolonging their journey. But, a sprained ankle? Hannibal did not think much on the misfortune as his mind was consumed by the desire to comfort his Empress. The beast's heart thrummed with pain as he witnessed her limping and wincing. Never did the beautiful flower deserve such horrific discomfort. Even if it were only a twisted ankle.

Hannibal took on her weight as needed while walking at a slow pace. Both of his ears were perked and the fur on his spine bristled slightly. Belle was rather vunerable and he was aware that any true predator could take advantage of their state. The phantom was on full alert to protect his flower at a moments notice. But, he was taken off guard by her soft apology. Sharp eyes flicked towards her glistening purple gaze and he quickly allowed a selfless smirk to slip across his lips. "Don't you dare apologize." Hannibal's black and white tail flicked at her rump in attempt to lighten the mood.

As they reached the makeshift den Hannibal took in the scent. With an open mouth he allowed the air to rest upon his tongue, tasting the staleness of the Bear. He offered a little nod before guiding Belle into the small cavern. As her uneasy words came forth the beast slung the pack to the ground before helping her get as comfortable as possible. Nudging open the pack the male found some furs. "I am beginning to think this is the grand plan." That familiar mischievous smirk never left his lips as he took a smaller fur and bunched it together between his jaws. Lightly Hannibal would aim to slide it beneath her damaged limb in order to elevate it. "You sneaky minx." The ghoul then gripped a larger fur and walked behind the femme to drape it over her back lightly. The water would leave her rather damp and cold. - As Hannibal was behind her, he leaned down to run his nose along her hackles then to an ear, "If you wanted to be pampered all you need to do is ask, love." Carefully, he moved to rummage further into the pack for herbs. "I can play nurse all day but I haven't a clue of what any of these herbs do. Care to point me in the direction of swelling or pain relief?" Lush white lashes fluttered as he flicked his gaze upward to her own.


"Speech"


This character is mature themed. Thread at your own risk!
Hannibal has a tattered left ear. Most of his art does not display this.