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Originally Posted by Lawlipop
Nero's nose was not the best thing he could rely on when out of the territory. The one that wasn't huge on his giant body was his nose, which was just as useful as a kittypet's most times. Nero looks at the cat up and down. He did seem to look the part of a Syndicate cat. He doesn't take time to observe the appearances of those in the Syndicate. He keeps himself mostly in the territory in some favored spots and comes back to camp to eat and rest. The scent seemed to be there, but seemed to faded, or maybe masked with another scent. Nero deducts that the tom probably is telling the truth, but he doesn't relax his features and still stands stiffly. This tom gave the pale ginger some off vibes and it irritated him that he couldn't figure it out. He huffs, "My mistake, then. I'll then continue on my way to dispose of this and expect to take more attention to seeing you in camp later." he says, turning back and preparing to continue to search for a good place to dispose of a useless corpse.
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Whether the tom believed him or not, Hannibal didn't particularly care, after all this large tom appeared to be the sort to always be on edge and ready to attack anyways. Even if he believed the truthful statement that he had said, he would likely not relax his features anyways. No matter, so long as he doesn't exert rudeness or attack first he'll end up just fine.
Hannibal was truthfully tired of the brutes of the Syndicate, that liked to use their size to try and intimidate others, or the fact that they had killed to drive fear into others. Hannibal didn't kill to cause fear, fear was just a side-effect, a side-effect that he cared nothing for. Some cats got pleasure out of seeing fear run through others, of seeing other cats trembling in terror at the sight of them while Hannibal? He simply wanted cats to not be rude. If fear is what got this result, than so be it.
"You can dispose of it here. The ground is soft from the rain and there are very few cats that come trekking through this part of the territory. At least if you're looking to completely get rid of it, if you'd like to keep it out for others to see the mangled remains, let it remain above ground. I'm sure the crows will just love the little feast it will provide. Regardless, I don't much care what you do with it. But yes, if you do see me in the camp, please do sit down for a chat. I always enjoy company." The words were pleasant along with the tone, in fact the tom even seemed to have dawned a somewhat friendly demeanor, a polite smile upon his lips as he went back for his meal. If Nero had known Hannibal, he might have known that this wasn't real, that it was an act, but to any cat who hasn't met the tom. It would truthfully seem that he was being friendly. The he held emotions.