awaiting wrath

Hannibal's dual toned tail flicked as he watched the young Klein. Grumbles came forth as she raised herself into a seated position. The male listened with a curious gaze as the young gal began to speak. Venom and crude word choice spewed from her jaws with such carelessness. Hannibal hadn't heard anything about the mother-daughter quarrel nor would he necessarily pry to uncover information from the young girl. Deathbelle was one of the few Wolves he respected fully and if she wanted to relay information of such then she would have done so. In most situations he would be itching to chip away at his prey and feast upon the nuggets of information once they were revealed.

What truly made the pale beast bristle with Pest's wording. The profanity came as a shock to the male for he had still seen the girl as a pup. When he was growing up as a Prince manners and true eloquence were chiseled into his brain from a young age. His parents would have ripped his crown from atop his head and the tongue from his disgraceful mouth if they had heard such foulness. Obviously with time he has come to be more relaxed with his vocabulary but it was still a rarity to hear the piebald Prince curse. One of the few good habit the serpent maintained.

With all of that being said Hannibal's eyes seemed to ignite with mild annoyance. A lip twitched upward to expose the tips of pointed fangs as he leaned forward ever so slightly. The high points of his shoulders and spine protruding from his scabby back. In that moment he looked more of a ghoul then his usual pristine self. Deep vocals slithered from his rigid jaws, "I've not a clue what you have done to deserve the wrath of your mother for it matters not." Hannibal sneered through his speech, "Speaking like a common degenerate is not an appropriate way to get your point across." A pink tongue ran across upper fangs. "Profanity is used by those who lack intelligence. If I do recall correctly neither Kleins nor Abraxas suffer from mental ailments..." A pause. "Unless you consider religious ramblings as disease." Front paws flexed as pink pads gripped the dirt. "You must learn to turn that foul tongue into silver." With that Hannibal sat tall once again with his chin elevated. Piercing pale eyes gazed into her own as he offered final words, "Do you wish to rephrase your previous statement?"