( harbored intentions )

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[atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dotted; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #0f0703; color:#cf6129; text-align: justify;] IT IS NOT A SIN TO TAKE THE LIFE OF THOSE YOU LOVE If someone dies in a forest, but no one is around to hear it ... are their helpless screams still heard? Time. All he'd needed was time. And she couldn't even give him that. It wasn't his fault that his brothers were disobedient imbeciles. Hell, if he'd been the one to come across Talia's body, he would have told everyone, not just father, not just mother. The alphas had a right to know, but so did everyone else. Talia was a beloved pack member and she was treated with the same love and respect as every other pack member. Every one of them except Hannibal. He'd been the outcast since day one, even though he'd tried plenty of times to redeem himself or show that he was worthy of ranking up. But no one listened. A long, drowsy yawn escaped through thin black lips, incandescent pink eyes aglow in the dim light of the forest. Hannibal turned his dome, searching through the sea of trodden emerald ferns for any sign of his brothers or his mother. He hadn't seen Carnage or Jigsaw since they'd been banished from the territory, and he only half-expected them to come back. He closed his optics, letting the natural sounds of chirping birds lull him into a light doze, leaving his heaving chest calm and undisturbed. He wanted to dream of wasted time; the time spent carelessly as a child. He wanted to be carefree and naive again without consequence. But not every wish rang true in Hannibal's book. [/style]	[atrb=width,140][style=margin-top: -10px; border: #fff 1px dotted; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 140px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #0f0703; color:#cf6129; text-align:center;] count , 227 tags , Glacier Firework Cat notes , This is the Week of Haunts thread for Hannibal's history. Sorry if my muse seems to be a bit incognito. D; [/style]
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M O R T I C I A

'Pon the ground the wrench laid, surrounded by thin, luscious grass stems to provide her a sort of protection from the annoying world around her. Lips were curled the utmost distaste, thoughts consumed by bitter anger and hopeless rambling. She knew Jigsaw and Carnage hardly deserved to be welcomed back within the lands, but how dare they not report back to her like she had told them to! She was their mother, was she not? She deserved the utmost respect from them, if anyone, despite what she had done or brought upon them. Body curled and twitched restlessly, before the old kook of a mother pulled herself slowly to her feet, a switch inside of her head switching on. Hannibal Lectar; her only remaining son within her presence, hadn't uttered a single syllable to her in days. Oh how it pained her heart; though she was bitter and moody, he was one of the few remaining companions she had left. Though such words would never be uttered from between her sinned-lips, now and again such thoughts came to her as ghastly reminders.

Morticia moved silently as a ghost across the terrain, hard facial features returning to her unflattering visage. ''Hannibal!'' She snapped coldly, voice carrying itself with the wind. ''Hannibal Lectar, where the hell have you gone off to now?'' Pallid ruby eyes scanned through the dull light of the kingdom's forest, a growl rumbling through her throat and out into the open air. Birds screeched and fled the scene, and twigs snapped and broke around her as the rest of forest life scurried to escape the horrid air in which Morticia breathed. She found him, so close to dozing in a blissful state of rest, and almost hesitated. ''Now you might be angry with me Hannibal, but I am your Mother, and I've had enough. Just because Jigsaw and Carnage are banished doesn't mean you have to be a grumpy little ass. It was the best decision I could have made. Besdies, they don't deserve the roam the lands with us. They can hardly follow orders; all I asked was that they return to me with some findings they would sweep up, but no. They always have to be difficult and stubborn.'' She babbled harshly, hardly seeming to breath as she spilled out the words into the open air. Once finished, she let her eyes bore into his face, tail raised and swishing through the air in a rhythmic beat. She was confident for a positive response, hoping that her dearest Hannibal Lecter would see the errors he was making by acting such a way. Oh kids; they needed to be taught so much, and in such a short amount of time. Fortunately, Hannibal still had the chance to obtain several life-changing, important traits to use throughout the rest of his pitiful life. Then again, who would want advice for this woman?Surely no one in their right mind ~

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ooc: Should I post with Carnage now or wait for Glacier to post with Jigsaw or wait for you two to do a couple more posts? Just wondering.

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[atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dotted; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #0f0703; color:#cf6129; text-align: justify;] IT IS NOT A SIN TO TAKE THE LIFE OF THOSE YOU LOVE If someone dies in a forest, but no one is around to hear it ... are their helpless screams still heard? ...ibal. Hanni... Hannibal! Just as the crawling grip of fatigue creeped slowly over his lids, a familiar voice echoed through his head. Hannibal's left ear flicked back, catching the sound of foot fall. He picked up his head, only to lay eyes on his mother, whom he still was not entirely happy to see. "I'm not irritated because you banished them. I'm irritated because you raised two failures and that you won't even give me a chance to prove that I'm more worthy of a higher position than Carnage and Jigsaw put together. Just because they're your betas doesn't mean that they fit the part," Jigsaw hissed, a yawn escaping his mouth shortly after the acidic words did. It was true, though. He could do so much better than his brothers and no one saw that; it was apparent that no one would ever understand Hannibal's true potential. He would have to force them. "I'm not calling you a moron, but I'm almost sure your intelligence levels are pretty close," he sighed, standing up to relocate to a more private region of their territory. He looked at his mother with a furrowed brow, clearly unhappy with her insignificant babble. "Oh, and don't call me an ass." [/style]	[atrb=width,140][style=margin-top: -10px; border: #fff 1px dotted; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 140px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #0f0703; color:#cf6129; text-align:center;] count , 202 tags , Glacier Firework Cat notes , Fire, Jigsaw and Carnage can appear just as Hannibal's finishing off Morticia. They're here to try to convince him that he's the one who killed her after he blacks out. [/style]
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am I playing her too meanly? D:

M O R T I C I A

The wrench seemed to cackle, shaking her head in utter disbelief. She eyed Hannibal with a sturdy gaze, that glimmered and had bloody flames dancing within they abyss. ''Yes, I haven't given you a chance, because darling, I know you can't do it.'' She mocked coldly, snorting as the words loomed from between her lips. Her hips rocks as she moved closer toward him, head cocked to the side as her invisible brow stayed raised. As his rude words seeped into her ears, she let out a screech like sound, face twisting into a look of fury.

''Watch your tongue, Hannibal, unless you want it torn out.'' She hissed, voice laced with devilish poison. She quickened her pace to so that she was in front of him, shoving her muzzle up close to his, lips curled. ''I'm your Mother, alright? So learn to respect me, you little ass. ...I can you whatever I want to.'' Her voice was bitter and harsh, her fur standing on end as she loomed over him, balancing herself carefully on her toes. Her deep, red eyes bore in Hannibal Lecter like a knife, and she let a low growl rumble from her chest. ''Understood?''

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