~~ Day 1: Werewolf AU~ While out on a hunt, Hannibal meets an unexpected, yet not unwanted, guest to ruin his evening. ~~ Hannibal has been alone for years, it has always been like that, killing, hunting, living. He was alone for as long as he could remember, even before his family died he was alone, and would always be alone. Or so he thought. Now there was a time, a long, long time ago when he was a child, when he thought about true love, or find the one, but as of now that is all but a simple dream. One the he knew would never happen, as he was the only one of his kind. A wendigo A creature of myth and fable, the whisper you here on those cold nights, the monster of hunger, a walking nightmare. However, the old tales had always gotten the appearance off about the wendigo, though they believed such a creature to only be able to walk around in such a horrid state had been a lie, as Hannibal could very much take the skin of a human. Which he enjoyed very much, always blending in with the flock of sheep, parading around with them, before luring those worthy enough to their doom. It was a game, all of it, a game he had complete control over, one that he played very well. But life always had it's way of making things difficult. As a wendigo, an alpha wendigo to be exact, it was hos duty to find a mate and make a nest. Maybe one day have kids of his own, to raise and watch as they grow, teaching them the proper ways to hunt. Alas, that was not to be, as the wendigo species was older than most legends, and his species was long gone and extinct. Or they were hiding somewhere he did not know of, either way he could never find them, and probably never would. For they would never understand the fun of the game he had made as entertainment for himself. Now in as an older and wiser wendigo, Hannibal no longer worried about finding said mate, as he would never possibly find someone to hold his interest. Or so he thought
