Hannibal made his rounds to check up on the pack. Fresh kill pile, some high activity border spots, and greeted some passing pack mates. He was relying on the pack as a whole to pick up some of his normal patrols and hunts while the pups were young. Ashen had plenty of Wolves to do so but he still felt the need to try. Though, as soon as he finished his routine Hannibal made his way back towards the palace. The Klein slipped into the mouth of the den. Pink and blue eyes took in the palace as warmth washed over him. Scents of Daedra, pups, and Belle filled his nose. But, Siren and Daedra were the only two he saw. Daedra gave him a polite bow as the beast moved closer. Hannibal offered a tiny nod, "Daedra." The handmaiden took her leave. His eyes immediately flicked to the albino pup, "Siren, would you like to go on a walk?" He offered a tiny smirk towards the twin as his tail flicked playfully.

Siren Primrose

Siren spent a lot of her time with Daedra, though she preferred her mother’s comfort it wasn’t often her brothers would allow it for long. For her safety she was kept to the side with the handmaiden, perhaps this was one reason for her tiny size. Beyond being the obvious runt. The young Princess didn’t like to venture very far from the den alone. She was warned again and again to be careful in the sun, but she couldn’t go out at night because she was afraid of the dark. Siren was napping, trying to sleep off a headache, when her father returned to the palace.

Bright dual toned eyes looked up at her sire, a smile playing on her features despite the pain that lingered behind her eyes. She blinked those dainty gems as though trying to bat away how difficult it was to focus. ”Daddy.” She said with a dreamy smile as she worked her way to her paws. Headache or no she wanted to go out with her dad. ”Yes. Carry me?” She asked sweetly, batting her long lashes.


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Hannibal witnessed the drowsiness of his darling daughter. It was evident she was dealing with something as those lashes fluttered. But, she didn't speak of any ailments. Perhaps the male would have to pry. He offered a gentle smile as she waddled to him and asked to be carried. How could Hannibal deny the Princess? The male let forth a soft laugh, "Soon you will have to use those paws of yours, little one." Nevertheless the beast leaned down to grab his daughter by the scruff, careful to not press his teeth into her delicate pink skin. The Father carried his pup out of the den with the moon gently rising in the sky. He would only bring the little albino twin out of the den at night. Her skin was highly sensitive to the sun just as his and he didn't want her skin to be riddled with scars from old burns like his. As they exited the den he moved to saunter towards the beach. Perhaps his daughter would enjoy a walk near the water with the moon gleaming against the water. Hannibal set her down in the soft sand as they arrived. "Did you have a nice nap, Siren? Did you have any fun dreams?"

Siren Primrose

She tried her hardest to forget about the pain that had settled right behind her eyes, her father was here in front of her. She wanted to go out with him, usually scared of everything outside of the den Siren knew her dad would keep her safe, especially if she was perched safely on his shoulders or held carefully in his deadly jaws. He told her someday soon she would have to use her own four paws, but he didn’t deny her request either. Carefully she was lifted into the air, and instinctively her tiny form when limp.

It was dark, and had she been on her own or forced to walk, she would have coward at the entrance and balked at the darkness. The tiny princess was very afraid of the darkness, without her dad holding her she wouldn’t be able to go forward. The fact was a detriment to the young beauty. She wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy the daylight with her incredibly sensitive skin, and being afraid of the dark it was hard for her to go out when she would be more comfortable.

She was settled onto the sand as they arrived at the beach and the tiny princess stuck close to her father, unable to go further than his legs. She tried hard to keep a tiny piece of herself touching his strong limbs at all times. Now that his mouth was empty Hannibal spoke to her softly, asking about her nap and questioning her dreams. Siren didn’t often have soft fuzzy dreams, they were confusing and all too real. She preferred when she forgot about them. ”My dreams are scary.” She offered quietly, her nerves obvious in the way she held herself against him. ”nd I.. ‘nd I.. ‘nd my eyes hurt.” She finally confessed at the moon caressed her long fur.


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Siren reminded Hannibal so much of his older daughter Recluse. She had been a more timid pup while Banshee was a spitfire. Now the two of them were adults and had fierce personalities that were hardly matched. But, it was nice for the male to think back to Recluse when she was a youngling just like Siren. He was stationary as the pup coward beneath his legs. Hannibal wanted her to get use to the outdoors and hoped that some time beneath a moonlight beach would help. He would not let anything happen to the babe, he hoped she believed that. The male lowered himself into a seated position and let his tail swish against the sand. Hannibal watched the girl as she spoke of her scary dreams. He did not let a frown taint his lips. Giving into her fears would only make them worse. He had to prove that they were not reality. "If anything scary happens in your dream try your hardest to think of what makes you happy, Siren." Hannibal leaned down to lick the top of his daughter's head very gently, "Nightmares are only as real as you make them little one. Tell the monsters in your dreams to go away and they just might. Your mind is stronger then you think." He then nudged her softly, "Your eyes will acclimate to the light with time. Daedra can fetch herbs for the pain." Hannibal then moved the sand gently with his front paws. He aimed to distract his daughter by making something of the sand. With a paw he gently carved out that of a very simple flower shape. The round middle bit and a few makeshift petals. Hannibal was no artist. He laughed softly, "Look, a flower. Do you want to try, love?"

Siren Primrose

Siren was born timid, but her much bigger and more boisterous brothers only framed this quality more heavily. She was tiny and fragile, and afraid of the pain that was so easy to find in this harsh world. Being with her dad she was safe though, she was warm and he wouldn’t let anything hurt her even if they were in the dark. She tried to put on a brave face for her poppa, but she still felt scared deep down. She took in a deep breath and let herself trust her father, because he promised he would never let anything happen to her.

She watched his moon lit features as she explained her dream and he offered what advice he could. He tried his best to convince her the power of her own mind and even his advice made her feel more comfortable about the terrors she had in her sleep. In her dreams, in the real world, she was always terrified. Siren leaned into his affectionate touch as he told her that her nursemaid would find her a relief for her pain. ”Yes please.” She said softly while rubbing her eyes absently with her tiny paw.

She was indeed distracted by her father’s sudden movement as he pushed the sand around. She reduced her eye rubbing to only the silver gem as her blue eye more easily focused on the world around her. ”It’s nice, daddy.” She told him as she placed her paw on the ground and looked back up at him with a timid smile on her features. Her silver eye seemed to almost look past Hannibal as she watched the light aura that surrounded him. It was dark and charcoal like, but had a hint of silver like her mother’s aura.

She returned her attention to the sand and with one tiny paw tried to recreate the image her father had made, but Siren’s flower took the form of a rose. The tiny child summoned the image of her mother’s crown and with one curved shape after another built the sandy image for her father. She looked back up at him as she finished, her headache nearly forgotten.


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