[wren]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

{I apologize for the late reply to this!}

There was one thing that Hannibal rarely did, and that was forget a face, regardless of how long ago he may have seen the cat. His younger days in the nursery might not have been as clear, but every day since then was as clear as the water he drank from now. The tom knew who Ajax was, and he knew his relationship to Onyx, and he knew his face. The scent was a little harder to remember, a little harder to place only because he hadn't been close enough to Ajax to be able to get a good marker on it. After all, he's only seen him from a distance in the Syndicate, and only made direct eye contact that one faithful day in which he put an end to what many deemed 'the false king'. While the thought of Ajax wasn't particularly in his mind currently, it would soon enough be in the forefront of it. He didn't hear the approach, but the scent of the cat moved causing the tip of Hannibal's tail to twitch ever so slightly. Whoever this cat was, they stepped quietly and apparently didn't want to be noticed right away. He didn't bother turning his head to look around for the cat, either they would launch at him in an attempt at a surprise attack, they would make themselves known themselves, or they would leave. Those were the three most likely options. His claws were always unsheathed, there was never a time in which those sharp thorns were ever hidden.
Soon enough, the white tom was within his sight. Hannibal didn't say anything, he didn't move or lift his head, he continued to drink, but with all of his attention now focused on the other tom. The emotions in the cat's eyes were easy enough to read and it wasn't hard for Hannibal to draw up the name for the cat staring at him. The mate of Onyx. Interesting enough I should come across him. He wishes me dead.
The thought meant nothing to him, there were plenty of cats that wished for Hannibal's death, and just like this, it meant nothing to him. If he tried to kill him, then that would be that. He wasn't scared of death, but he had faith in his own abilities and strength. Silence rippled between the two, boredom slowly seeping into Hannibal now as the tom did nothing but stand there and glare. Until he actually did say something.
"Just taking a quick visit to the clans to update information for myself. Might I ask the same to you. Ajax?" Sitting up now at the waters edge, the tom put on a pleasant demeanor. As if he were talking to any other cat, holding a pleasant conversation, as if he were friendly, as if he had feelings and could feel pleasant and happy. After moons and moons of practicing, it almost seemed real. And if you didn't know Hannibal, didn't know who he was, you might just believe him.

[ Ah^^ don't worry about it I was just excited besides I'm not to good at replying quick myself ]

Ajax's ears slightly folded in disgust as he spoke, the thought of Hannibal was enough to make him roll his eyes and get an undesirable taste in his mouth. It was just how much he hated Hannibal. With a gentle lash of his tail Ajax sat. Not to close but not to far away from the tom in case he made a dash, which ultimately wasn't like Hannibal from his prior knowledge but wether or not it was a possibility was unclear. Perhaps there was a secret purpose to him coming to confront the tom, perhaps. There was things he needed to know questions that he would demand be answered. Even if it meant he was attacked and possibly killed on the spot. Bringing himself to answer Hannibal was a bit of a challenge, Ajax would have enjoyed the simple satisfactory of seeing the tom leave without causing problems. Which truthfully he wasn't making a fuss, it was him who was truly stirring the pot. The white tom would have loved to watch him pass by and out of his life forever, in and out so quick that he needn't think twice about the tom ever again. "Why go some place so undesirable? There isn't much left of them, besides what more could you do to them?" he simply stated watching Hannibal with his blazing blue eyes. He didn't know much about the cat, but he did know that he was a collector. He needn't the little joys of life instead he gathered knowledge as opposed to a reputation, which ultimately came on its own. Ajax curled his tail around his paws covering them to reduce the look of hostile intentions. Unlike Hannibal who's claws seemed ever poised and prepared to attack anyone. And when he said anyone, he meant it. He sighed and looked over his shoulder back where his den was hidden carefully between a pair of oak trees, what am I doing here? "With no syndicate there's no easy meals for me anymore. I'm only looking for a place to settle my travels" he said with a faint smile.