The mother of Hannibal's righteous spawn was coming to the end of her term. He had been supportive of the woman as she spent her time within Erovrare, even sharing his den with the woman and her big belly. With training Eulogy and dealing this Thys he had his paws full as of late. He was also tasked with the mission of finding a healer for Tyranis. One to force claim and make a slave. It was a hefty task to say the least. The land wasn't just populated with healers. They were hard to come by in the wild and most belonged to packs already. Spider was the only healer he knew but he was alreayd a member of a pack. Hannibal figured Tyranis was not interested in a war so early on in his reign. The pack was just getting on its feet and there was no reason to be starting problems. Thus, on Hannibal's day to day ventures he kept his eyes peeled for healers or any other weak rogues that would make suitable servants. The phantom sat peacefully staring into the glowing pool with two toned eyes. His head was lowered and shoulders erect as he was slightly hunched over. It was as if the male was seeking something. Answers or even his own reflection. A fluffy white and black tail curled around his paws and his ears were slightly erect. Despite the majority of his focus being on the water he was rather aware of his surroundings. Within a pack of misfits he had to be alert at all times. Though, as he silently observed the waters his mind drifted to Thys once again. Those hips and that venomous tongue making its way into his devious mind. A simple grin slipped across his lips before the male threw his head into the air. A strong howl filled the chilled air and his breath can be seen with ease. The howl was a summon for Thys and he hoped she would come. speech action

Quiet, breathless, the lands seemed to not make a sound as if aware of the keen admiration of two pairs of glowing eyes. Surrounded by the twilight sky just outside of the pair den, the entire scene oher the venemous witch swelling abdominal region was something from a dream, a tale woven by a true romantic. Yet, it was something that was not to be easily obtained. It was a sight that would remain veiled for ages to those who were not brave enough to take such path and keep their spawns alive. Only those filled to the brim with true, unadulterated wanderlust would be fit to be subjected to such raw beauty of carrying life within themselves. As such, the ivory hellhound and spiteful vixen were blessed beyond belief. Despite the fact that the air in the packlands was colder, that was the least of the vixen’s concern for her regal audits rotated towards the oh so familiar baritones that graced them just as the frigid fingers of the air raked through her egyptian silk tendrils. For a moment, the vixen found herself pondering just what had happened to cause th eivory hellhound to summon her at such a time; though by the sound of the call it should not be as far. Such pondering was a thing to be combed through and inquired about later she decided, as she rose to her statuesque height; grace. potent, one could swear she was flying as her teacup pads blessed the snow blanket of the earth with their prints. She may be cranky, fat and have mood swings due to hormonal imbalances but she will always hold herself in a royal fashion, above the others, a true Goddess in her pime and more than ready to fucking take those Demigods out of her. Her arrival was silent, fiery optics lingered a bit longer on the handsome form of the hellhound, taking in the fine gossamers that created a sumptuous and richly hued pelage. Crafted clearly with great care, the male was certainly almost just as beautiful as the view of the water that lay before them, truly easy on the eyes with a voice that was similarly just as easy on the ears.Need me that much around, love? purring, sensual and low in her throat, the last word tickling her plush, coral tongue as she tasted it. Breathing in, the hellhound cologne tickled her nostrils and burned its way down her throat like whisky, filling her lungs and electrifying her in a sense. When you walk that walk. And you talk that talk.

Hannibal stared down at the water in awe. The gentle glow reflected off of his beautiful eyes and his fur has a cool toned hue rather then the usual pink due to his skin. A two-toned tail was fluffed against his paws for warmth and a neutral expression was painted across chilled lips. He leaned over the water in anticipation to see his reflection which was rippled by the gentle movement of the water. Hannibal stared at his pale form, mostly being able to see the darker accents of his thick winter coat. Yet, as he did so his vain thoughts were disturbed by the oncoming foot steps of who he assumed to be his venomous companion. Her hormonal and flowery scent filled his dappled nose and a gentle smirk swept across his lips. Eyes tore away from his own visage and moved towards the vixen shamelessly. Hannibal looked over her warm fur and plump belly as he listened to those toxic tones. Need me that much around, love? The beats resisted the urge to roll his bi-colored eyes as he seemingly ignored her venom. A dappled nose flicked downward as he gestured to the spot next to him as he stared at her rather invitingly. "How lovely of you to come." His own words here deep yet illustrious in the same manner. A tongue slipped across his lips as his tail flicked ever so slightly. Hannibal's front paws flexed atop the earth and kneaded the cold snow covered dirt. "How are you feeling, Thys?" He was more or less asking how the pups were.. He wanted her to be healthy in order to properly carry the spawn to term and be able to give birth to them. Thys was a vessel for his royal seed and he was sure she knew that. Their relationship was built off of lust and hatred. Two strong willed demons clashing in the pits of hell to make strong pups to rule the world. They got along for now but he assumed she would by fired up by the end of their conversation. Hannibal had some sensitive matter to discuss.. or demand even. speech action

While she was marching on, she felt a queer feeling. It was one that the bronze vixen was used to but not so intently. But as usual, the doll was up for a game with the man so she ignored the feeling. Why ruin all of the fun before it even began? Now surely there was no harm in that. She carried her usual smirk with pride and continued on charmingly. The babe wasn't going to let this last very long, but she planned to keep the charade up for a little while. Her plans never came to fruition as the brute ignored her venom. Well great, just great. Now she was forced to consume him in a different way. Long plume to flirt delicately with her smoldering thighs. Don't worry, I don't bite, poisonous hiss to lure in the victim. Like a moth to the flame, she would draw him in. No promises that she would play nice, she had been good for too long, she had stayed here long enough for him to have notice her good behaviour around him and others and for her to notice his genuine interest. They were nothing to each other but to devilish heathens that used one another for their own personal advantages. And they both were alright with that. Just pawns to be used in the chess board of life. And now the beast was hungry. The golden Goddess was tired of always being good, well actually she was never good. But as of late, she had been feeling very angelic witht he bunch of devil spawns she was carrying and no one to examine her properly. The only kind of angelic that she wanted, was a heavenly tempting bodice. No need for the other angelic qualities. Being good got you no where in life, only those who fought for what they wanted truly got what they wanted. Only the cruel and pushy dominated over the weak; and at such thought her own elongated (up to four times the regular tail lenght) raised a notch or two. The babe was used to dominate over others from the day she was born and such qualities were ever present in the way she carried herself, regally, shoulderblades rolled forward in a straight regal fashion full of eerie grace. The weak were weak because of their hearts, they were too concerned about the well being of others. It matter not what happened to someone who wasn't family. They were irrelevant, and sometimes even family could be disowned. Of course, family would have to do something unthinkable horrible to earn that title. Nevertheless, she got bussiness to attend to and she was first and foremost a bussineswoman. Your spawns are doing as good as they can without the proper examination her hisses were like honey melted in acid. She knew it was his mission to provide a healer and yet he had failed to do so. He had failed to provide them with the basic medical cares and this fact shall not be forgotten today. If they be born with two heads and seven tails I shall consider it your fault. she purred humorous but one would be foolish not to see the blame and threat like arrows throwed at the ivory king before her. I am worried about them. she offered candor as the words left heir succulent, ebon lips with a heavy sigh. The woman mile-long limbs came to a halt next to her ivory man before she gave a seductive roll of her hips in order to sit on her haunches in the designated spot. When you walk that walk. And you talk that talk.

Albino jaws salivated as he witnessed the seductive curls and twists of his golden dame. Feverishly his eyes rolled over her illustrious form but made their way to her hips to linger. The lust bubbled from his core to his throat with ease and a smirk fell upon his devilish maw. If it weren't for the pups he would have pursued the whore in an instant, yet she was so far along it would be dangerous and cumbersome to say the least. Thus, he promptly remained seated at the cusp of the glowing pool and listened to her venom per usual. Her words developed into a sheer lie and he snorted in her direction. She had bit his neck on the night in which he found out Thys was pregnant. Thankfully his thick winter coat covered any scars but without a healer it would have likely healed rather horribly. "A Snake who does not bite.." The male leaned forward with a vicious look upon jigsaw features, "Pathetic." Now he lured her in. He took gasoline and poured it onto the flame. It is as if the only thing that kept the two hellish fiends together was combustable arguments and sex. As she closed the distance more venom was spat forth and he listened per usual. The male raised a brown as she continued on with her hateful speech and his tail flicked as hers did. The domineering beast was easily offended by other acts of dominance. Within the pack Nephthys was nothing but a weakling whore and he was a high ranking Wolf. In now way did she have the right to exert such disgusting lengths of dominance over him. A growl bubbled from his saliva ridden throat and his lips curled upward into a horrible snarl. As she closed the distance and sat his hackled raised rather instinctually but then his eyes flicked downward to the plump belly of his mistress. "If they are born mutants the blame shall rest upon your boney shoulders, witch." He ravaged her body with a disgusted gaze. "You are riddled with abnormalities.." Hannibal leaned forward with a growl, "I grace you with my pure seed." Perhaps his albinism could be seen as a birth defect, but in his eyes it was a blessing. The male got up from his seated position and moved to begin pacing. The anger getting the better to him. Perhaps it was the lack of sex or even Tyranis annoying cold shoulder weighing on him but it seemed Hannibal was much more short fused then usual. He wanted nothing more then to sew Thys' lips together and just have her pop the babies out. That is all he wanted. Yet, he had to listened to her venom and allow it to seep into his cold veins. His mind began to linger upon her mentioning of an examination and he paused his pacing to look at her. "Erovrare has no proper healer." Hannibal's lips curled even more and his tail was erect with horrible amounts of dominance. "The High Lord has not recruited any viable members for the pack as of yet." He took a step forward and leaned in towards the serpentine with a dangerous look in his pale eyes. "Nor would he care about the health of your offspring. Tyranis has tasked me to find a healer for him and likely the mother of his pups." The beast straightened up, "I am worried as well, but I have faith that our children will be strong." Hannibal now stood but a tail length away staring into her eyes with his rage pouring into the air, but seemingly calming by the minute. speech action

The babe was finding this encounter to prove rather boring so far. Was this all he wanted, an arugment over who has the biggest dick? Who wears the pants? She yearned to spice things up a little. It came as some sort of relief that today's entertainment didn't keep her waiting, he soon started to tempt the blood within her to boil, adding gasoline and sparks, he wanted her to ignite. Oh, was he in for another randezvous filled with raw passion? Even if a snake is not poisonous, it will always act as if it carried venom in its fangs. the epitome of carnal sin, they were wrapped in sensuality. Her patience was apt to wane over the edge of a few precious seconds. The other one was just there and only it's motions drew out the loyal companion attention that peeled his ebon lips in order to reveal his ivory incisors, without making any secondary sound. It was a warning that he was getting closer to his Mistress and the caracal was yet suspicious of the ivory king. However the Goddess dismissed him harshly with a flick of her tail. Hannibal was fortunate. The babe was in a fairly good mood today, so perhaps she would be more lenient on how much patience she doled out. Eyes narrowed into serpentine slits while auditory system registered his deep baritones. She was not a fan of being corrected. Especially, being correct by him. It pissed her off that this heathen thought that she was an abomination and yet he drooled over her whole being. Now this would be brushed off or ignored. The reason the High Lord tasked you to find one matters not. Who would we become if we were not able to seize opportunities and turn everything to our advantage? Pale brow raised as she considered the ivory beast a fair match. Something she hadn't had in a while. A smirk distorted her exotic visage, she let out a slow breath like a cool breeze. She wasn't afraid of childbirth or danger, but she did cherish her appearance. It was one of her greatest weapons. They must be. They have no other choice. her voice was a humming hiss. Honied tones, melodious in their wake, and even if they seemed cold they did weighted down with love. Is baby daddy down for a little game? It wasn't really a question, a taunt more like it. Sinister and wicked in her way. But first it is us that need to become stronger. she stated, further closing the distance until they were chest to chest, fiery orange gaze digging a hole into his own, Make me your Queen, Hannibal, she brushed their soft hair threads together in title. When you walk that walk. And you talk that talk.

Chest to chest the two combusting beasts fought. The battle of titans and serpents causing the earth's core to tremble. The male was easily antagonized by the witch. If it weren't for the pups in her belly the male would have attempted a maim or something along those lines months ago. How dare a mutant speak to him as she did? Hannibal was no sexist pig, nor did he judge others on outward physical form, but if someone spoke to him the way she did the male would easily react with hostilities of his own. Somehow they would have to make it work and it seemed fighting was a way to let off some pent of steam. Once the pups came they would have to keep their filthy tongues in their ivory cages. He did not want his offspring growing up to hear their parents fighting left and right. Nephthys' illustrious tones filled his ears as the venomous babe closed the distance between him. A horrid sneer remained on pink lips as their chests touched. The two were the same height and eye to eye. His pale gazed poured into her fiery optics with sheer intensity. Her final words called for his tail to raise and his eyes to narrow. The witch desired to be his Queen? A tongue ran across his own ivories as he thought over her sly proposition. "You shall be my Queen." The male now smirked, his lips curling upward in a toxic smile. "Be the mother of my litters to come and I will lead you to riches." In time the male would have a crown and Nephthys would make a beautiful Queen at his side. Despite their bickering and banter the bitch was strong willed and that is what he needed. After a moment the male then leaned his muzzle forward to run his saliva ridden tongue along her own slender lips. Soon his snout was at her pointed ear and devilish words were emitted. "Do note, you must live with other scents lingering upon my pelt.. As I must for you." He did not care what the babe did in her free time as long as his offspring were nurtured and his throne was warm. As long as Nephthys did not disgrace his trust she could fuck everyone in Boreas for all he cared. "Does this suffice, Nephthys?" A brow raised as he moved his muzzle from her ear. Hannibal stared into her eyes expectantly as his tail flicked idly. speech action

The autumn babe was the material of night but not due to her coloration, no, she was the night of nightmares, just as much as a serpent, holding the same venom in her glance, locked on the male in front of her, digging a hole through his own lenses and with a grin placed on her beautiful visage that would make Satan's smirk tremble with inferiority. She did not worship the Devil, the Devil worshiped her. There was only one consistent vagary that draws her, enamored with the fate of her dominion. If only a moth to name the object of her desires – yet object not, that no possession could hold a light to the fixation of her avid obsession, power. She desired the status, the power hungry bitch using any means to meet her ends. You shall be my King. a pleasurable release was the voice of the woman, a manifestation of angelic tones, Be the father of my litters to come and I will lead you to honor. sultry, vampiric, laced in luscious delectation of raw sensuality. Fiery orange lenses almost glowed upon this words. Coral, plus tongue escaped her parted full, ebon lips in order to mimick the gesture of the man. Regalia leaned forward in order to caress his succulent lips, gently, sexually; the woman was immoral, shameless, Satan wraped in curvaceous allure and unholy thoughts. You may bed whoever your heart desires, love, her voice was laced with vile toxicity, as long as you remember your priorities and stand by me when it matters. her back would straighten, raising to her full height once more while her gaze locked on his bicolored one. She could not care less who the man choses to bed with as long as it does not bring shame to their name; he should at lease pick worthy individuals to warm his bed. Despise their seemingly always heated arguments the cinnamon babe came to the conclusion that Hannibal was the man she can rely on, and Hathor help her, maybe even trust just as much as Leera. They were both confident, powerful and loose; a fine pair they make if they finish their mating. When you walk that walk. And you talk that talk.

The essence of pure toxicity hung in the winter air. Promises laced with seething black venom left both of their putrid lips. A grin fell upon Hannibal's features as he eyed his future Queen. Perhaps one day they would share a throne. Hannibal sitting tall and his serpentine Alphess at his side. This all depended on how thier relationship may flow. Hannibal was pretty content in Erovrare as of now so his thoughts of his own Kingdom were rather distant to say the least. Hannibal drank in the warmth of her exotic words and took in a quick breath to allow that alluring scent to filled his nose. Goosebumps invaded his pure skin as the albino locked his eyes with her own. "You are the only vixen that will matter. Any others.. only fleeting moments." Hannibal smirked, flashing those pearly whites. "We will be a force to be reckoned with, Nephthys." The male then ripped himself away before turning to leave. "I must return to my patrolling. Go rest, love." Hannibal then made his exit into the shadows. exit hannibal speech action

His words did not fellon deaf ears but instead brought a devilish smirk upon her evon, full lips. As if she could read his thoughts, if such thing was possible, her mind went over the possibilities this gran alliance could bring forth not only for the cinnamon mistress but also for the phantom that was to be her King, her mate. A force to be reckoned with, indeed. They will climb at the top of Erovrare totem through their force and intelligence as the power-coupld of the Kingdom. They will serve happily underneath their High Lord if it meant they could have some power over the lesser ones. Alas, there were duties to be done as the phantom said and with a nod they both parted ways with a promise of a better tomorrow. They will be there for each other when it counts the most and what ever the other decides to do in the spare time it is no ones business then their own.  The Queen and King on the chess table have joined forces. exitus When you walk that walk. And you talk that talk.