[wren]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

{It's quite alright my friend! I'm sure you'll do fine }


The battle had been interesting, though Hannibal would have to say that he much preferred one-on-one fights as opposed to a thriving, fighting mass that was full of chaos and disorder. As many cats knew, the dark tom was a particularly orderly cat that seemed to follow his own strict set of rules and procedures that were only known by him, but where precise in every way they could be. Even if the reasoning couldn't be fully determined, it was always known that there was a reasoning behind it because Hannibal fully despised the idea of doing something irrationally or without reason.
And he had fully known that the Syndicate would be gunned down in the battle, that it would be their final undoing sending them scattering like mice, at least the ones who had survived. And he relished that idea. He had grown to dislike the Syndicate and their ruthless, reckless ways. Killing cats with no particular reason in mind, aside from trying to assert power. Power was something that he didn't care about. Power was meaningless. Information, now that's what Hannibal sought. To him, cats were nothing more than little pockets of information to be used up, and when their use was gone, they would be terminated for they no longer held use to him. Sometimes he would keep them around if they intrigued him to some degree, but for the most part, if Hannibal grew bored, you were simply not heard from again.
And now. With the Syndicate broken up, he was free to travel where he pleased. But even before it had broken up, he had plans on traveling to the clans. He had information he wanted to update. And currently, he was headed to the one known as Riverclan.
His dark grey paws carried him quietly over the bed of dead leaves, his tail lowered but not touching the ground and his eyes focused forward, to where he was moving. The familiar tingle of thirst beckoned to him at the sound of trickling water, likely from an approaching creek and so he decided now would be a good time to get a quick drink before continuing on his journey.
Now water wasn't the only thing that Hannibal smelled, he had picked up the scent of a cat, not one that he particularly recognized, but a cat nonetheless. But he would act as if he hadn't. It didn't interest him and he didn't care to approach it directly.
As he reached the creeks edge, he settled down and began to lap at it, his fiery hues staring blankly at the water as he drank, his ears perked up attentively. There wasn't a time he seemed to let his guard down.

as the creek slugged on below, Ajax simply admired it's simplicity. How it always went over the same rock in the same way without falter. It was this that made such a drastic difference in cats than nature, within itself that is. Cats where unpredictable to some extent but otherwise sacks of meat with little to no purpose. Unless that cat was onyx. Ajax flinched a second time but this time his claws slid out and he marked across the rock in one jagged movement and a fluster of anger it was over. It was that thought that reminded him of the night he spent sobbing over a corpse. A cold lifeless body, a shell of somebody he used to know and dearly love. It brought him back to the very moment he watched the killer move off in utter silence as if nothing had happened, like a hunt that resulted in prey to small to be of much worth. A growl rumbled within his throat and he shuffled to re adjust himself. As he finally made himself comfortable the scent of the killer flooded his nostrils in one plume. Ajax looked around frantically and upon first glance couldn't see the Tom anywhere which confused him. Either his anger gave him such a vivid feeling that the scent was temporarily stimulated in his brain... Or he was really here. The white Tom stood now his head raised above the Reed's surveying the area with extreme caution. When suddenly the grey form of a peaceful cat lapping gently at the waters edge caught his eye. To catch someone especially Hannibal in such a time of serene peace and calm. With a gentle lash of his tail Ajax kept down onto the sandy banks, padding ever so quietly towards Hannibal. No doubt the Tom had long since forgotton who he was for they had only locked eyes briefly between the ending of onyx's life and his brief escape following. As Ajax gently padded round the steep bend He left delicate footprints in the sand imprinting his paws and as you followed them his vague claw marks nicking the sand slightly. When he was finally in view of Hannibal he didn't make efforts to speak only continued onward until he was about two fox-lengths away. he is far more skilled than myself. I couldn't possibly take him on even if I had the element of surprise. Ajax was a skilled fighter and his scars and wounds proved that he often scuffled about, yet the unmarked fur of Hannibal supported the fact that the tom was skilled enough to lack much scars. His blue eyes shone with much hatred and malice towards Hannibal that they almost glowed in a way, studying the hannibal from a distance. There weren't any words to explain how much he would have loved to sink his claws into hannibals flesh and end his life, oh how I've dreamt of such things. Yet he knew there where other ways of releasing his anger. Not risking his own life in the process. Ajax swept his tail over the banks and let it curl by his hind leg. If I say nothing I'll just stand here looking like a blundering idiot. "what brings you so far out here, Hannibal" his name slid of his tongue smoothly. There wasn't much of a point of padding over here to chat, that wasn't really what he wanted to do. If he had simply tunred the other way and stalked off he wouldn't exactly bring back a flood of useless memories to worsen his ever growing heartbreak. His tail neatly unfurled at his side and began to lash as he stood watching the tom, his impatience growing. What am I looking for? He can do nothing for you now!
@Duskflight