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MootheBean @JazenAmethyst
The early afternoon sun shone down unhindered through the spiney, bare branches of the trees of the Dusk Syndicate and broke into the clearing, spilling it's golden light on the dark-hearted cats that lived there, some cats furs reflecting the light and others completely absorbing it with their dark coats. And Hannibal was one of those cats whose fur simply soaked in the light, the lightest of sheen's lining along his back, but it was dull on his dark grey fur.
As always, his paws were placed in front of him, stretched forward, his tail tucked neatly to his side, the most feared claws of the Syndicate unsheathed and glinting in the sunlight, as clean as they always were and as clean as the cat they belonged to. His haunting haze looked around the clearing, focusing on particular cats and simply watching their moves, what they were doing, how they were doing said action, the emotions they were giving off, making a note of every little thing that he could and making sure to keep it in his memory for possible later use. It was a rather mundane day really, he had eaten and just got back from one of his daily strolls and was now taking the time to observe others and to divulge into his thoughts. Relive past memories that he enjoyed reliving and remembering quotes that he enjoyed very much, even muttering one quietly to himself.
"
The first three hours of night were almost spent
The time that every star shines down on us
When Love appeared to me so suddenly
That I still shudder at the memory.
Joyous Love seemed to me, the while he held
My heart within his hands, and in his arms
My lady lay asleep wrapped in a veil.
He woke her then and trembling and obedient
She ate that burning heart out of his hand;
Weeping I saw him then depart from me."
Blinking slowly, he tried to recall where he had heard the quote, or perhaps it at simply came to him as many things did, deciding that it was very likely the later. There were few cats that happened to say anything of interest to Hannibal, aside from information that he could use against them.
Running his tongue along his lips, he flicked the thought away with his ear and instead moved to looking at the next cat in the clearing, though not quite watching, allowing himself to digress into a different thought, perhaps a plan, though no one really knows what does go on inside of his head.