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Originally Posted by moonfang
{ @ Duskflight @ Raine }
Onyx padded out, smiling. He was actually happy. Him and Ajax had confessed their love only yesterday and he was happy that he finally did. He didn't want to lose Ajax. Nor Lilith. He breathed at the thought and looked around, trying to find prey. But that was not the scent that reached his nostrils. The scent of death and he knew exactly who it was, and he stopped walking, stopped moving, pinpointing the scent to his left and he turned, searching through the darkness for the gaze of hell. His icy orbs flickered, narrowing slightly as he searched. "Come out, I know you're there. Your scent can't pass my nose..." he said darkly, tail flicking. "Hannibal." his eyes widened and his pupils narrowed at the name. He didn't fear the tom like everyone did and he could even stare into the eyes of the tom without faltering. Hannibal was stoic, so there was nothing interesting in his gaze. Why did people fear it so much? Onyx would soon learn. He looked around, then sat down, gingerly licking a paw in boredom. Onyx had been healing from the recent SkyClan attack, and his wounds were pretty healed, but he still was a bit pained. It wasn't typical for him to be beat in a battle, let alone by his own son. |
It was truly like any other day for Hannibal, nothing out of the ordinary in his schedule, he had eaten this morning and then headed out for his walk through the territory and was settling into a bush to wait for some unfortunate passerby. He knew the Syndicate was weak, especially after that battle with Skyclan. Perhaps he could start picking off more of it's cats. He wasn't overly fond of the Syndicate and wouldn't be upset to see it crumble at it's base. In fact, the tom would admit that he had killed several of his Syndicate comrades during the battle, not that anyone would ever know aside from him. He had plans. In fact, he was planning on visiting each of the clans soon, test his boundaries, see who was tolerable and who wouldn't welcome him, gather information. But I digress, his future plans are not currently on his mind, in fact, a familiar scent was hitting his nostrils, causing his ears to perk slightly as he heard Onyx's voice. Now that is one he hasn't heard in quite some time. Not since the two of them went to Skyclan's new territory when they first arrived. Hannibal made a deliberate choice to leave the black cat there to die in the territory, but unfortunately enough it had appeared that Onyx didn't die of his wounds and now the relationship between them was strained. Well, really, the word strained is a loose term. Hannibal would expect that the Oriental is ready to attack him at any given moment. It doesn't phase him, not in the slightest, plenty of cats wish for his death, it simply doesn't matter to Hannibal.
Regardless, the dark tom stood and exited his hiding place, his face as expressionless as usual, those fiery orbs focused solely on the Oriental before him.
"Fancy I should see you here Onyx. I haven't spoken with you in a very long time." His gaze slowly traveled over the other tom's frame before focusing back on the icy gaze of the other. "Did you fair well in the battle with Skyclan? It appears you've sustained some wounds."
As was custom with Hannibal, his coat was clean, free of any wounds, and any blood, as clean and as well kept as usual. Slowly, the middle-aged warrior would sit down and curl his tail neatly over his paws.
This should make for an interesting conversation.