[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

As silent as the wind sweeping through the tree's, dark paws carried the infamous cat through the gloomy territory of the Syndicate, his dim figure almost seeming to mold into the shadows from time to time, the only thing that would give away his presence were his eyes that glinted like a flame in the sunlight. Sometimes, when things got boring in the clearing, Hannibal would go for a walk in the territory, sometimes he happened upon some unfortunate soul out here alone, whether it be prey, a trespasser or another member of the Syndicate.. Though really.. All of them were prey to him, if he were to be truthful. However the first two were more likely to be his meal than the last, but sometimes cats had to be quieted before they spoke too loudly of something they shouldn't be sticking their nose in.
There was the softest brunch as his paws stepped on a twig, but he knew he was close to someone, sometimes he liked to sneak up, other times he liked to let them know he was coming. Perhaps it would get their heart racing out of fear to know he was coming, or perhaps they would stop whatever it was they were doing to pay attention, and sometimes, they would run. Hannibal didn't particularly like it when cat's ran and it usually made him want to give chase, so that he could track them down and kill them like prey. If they wanted to run like prey, then he would treat them as such. Though luckily enough, few cats ran.
Regardless, one sniff of the air told him who he was approaching. Tundra. It had been a while since their last interaction. Time to begin taking some more notes on this finicky, quiet feline.
"Greetings Tundra. It's been a while, yes?" meowed the tom in his usual tone as he stepped into the light from the darkness he had been traveling in, his eyes almost seeming to glitter as if stones filled with fire, focusing directly at her, meeting her eyes and staying fixed there.

The siberian she-cat used the claws of one paw to entertain herself by clawing at the hard soil. Why was it that everything here seemed to be so hard? It really did send shivers down her spine when she stepped out here. Out here in the territory, Tundra was quite sure that she was alone. There was probably a cat somewhere else in the territory, but she was pretty sure that the area she was in was quiet.
A sudden voice broke through her thoughts and she froze. It was a voice that she recognized way too well. Stiffly, she turned around to face the gaze of Hannibal.
"U-Uh y-yes," Tundra replied quietly, her voice quivering. Fear reflected in her yellow-green hues and she desperately tried to push it all back. It was a weak attempt though and the siberian could do nothing to prevent the cautiousness and fear that flooded around her.
Their last meeting hadn't gone very well. Tundra had already known who he was and with only a few words he had caused an immense amount of fear to flow through him. The fighter knew what Hannibal was capable of and she had never been able to take it in very well. No matter how hard she tried, Tundra would never be able to hide her fear of the intimidating cat. He was a cat that she didn't want to ever get on the bad side of.
The fighter was almost certain that the eerie cat enjoyed tugging at her brain. That was probably what his plan at been from the moment he had met her. As much as she hated to say it, or even think it, he was succeeding well. There was little that Tundra could do about it. It wasn't like she could just ask Hannibal to stop talking to her. That would be awkward for her and she probably wouldn't be able to live long enough to hear his response.
Hannibal just seemed to be able to increase how much she hated talking. She was socially awkward and the large tom didn't make it any better for her. The fighter could only do her best to meet the gaze of Hannibal. But it was much harder than it seemed.