BARTENDER, i really did it this time ;;

[big daddy lizzeh.]

hannibal
i'm sitting in a bar on the inside,
waiting for my ride on the outside.
she stole my heart in the trailer park,
so i jacked the keys to her fuckin' car.
and i wrecked that piece of shit.
and stepped away.
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What had he done? He hadn't seen Bolin in a day or so, and he was worrying about the colt. Usually the oddly colored offspring of Hannibal didn't wander off, but for some reason, he had. Now this was unsettling. Ears swiveled slightly, as Hannibal trotted through the trees to the pond within. If only he was with Tuula. But he knew that the eldest of his twin sons wouldn't be with her. Not with Orpheus sticking to her side. He didn't understand the rift between the two brothers, and probably never would, but he was determined to stop the constant bickering he had witnessed between the two. Who cared who got the throne once Hannibal passed? Shaking his head at the thought, Hannibal sent a soft nicker into the air, wondering if his lovely mate was near enough to hear him. Of course, his worry showed in every movement, his hooves picked up off the soppy ground quite quickly. He came to a halt at the water's edge, staring off across it as he was lost in thought. Where was Bolin?!

[sibber-chow]

Tuula had not been around, but that never meant she would not hear Hannibal’s calls. There was something odd about this mare and her island ancestory. She always seemed to hear him when he called her. And, this time was no different. The wind carried his low calls right to her twin towers. Immediately, her crown raised at the alight anxiety in his melodies. A light whicker left her own throat as if he might hear it himself. There was little chance he might; Tuula and Orpheus were both some distance from Hannibal’s own position.

Tuula’s large hooves broke into a soft walk, her melodies calling out again. This time, she was calling Orpheus to follow. The colt’s crown was lowered upon a soft patch of grass when he heard his mother’s second nicker. He wanted dearly to ignore it, but he knew there was no point. His mother would chase the little one into movement if she had to. And, at his yearling status, he was not at much size to fight her. This thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, leaving him to scoff, the grass between his lips spatting out. Not much longer, he found his own bodice tromping alongside his mother’s.

They were both off at their full speed within moment, and it appeared that Orpheus was having no trouble keeping up with his mother. In fact, he might have passed his mother already had he any clue where they were going. Many minutes later, he realized they were trying to find his father. The scent filled both equine’s nostrils as they approached closer to the lead.

Tuula slowed down immensely, now trekking through the forestry at a slow trot. Orpheus pulled back behind his mother, towers fallen back at the realization. Whenever they saw Hannibal, they were most likely to see Bolin –his brother and rival –too.

Hannibal’s sillhoutte became visible to Tuula’s two toned orbs. A whuffle escape her throat, and she trotted over to greet him with a nuzzle. However, she froze in the midst of nudging her nose against his own as soon as she realized Hannibal was not being followed. Where was Bolin? Her mother’s worry hit and her stomach felt like it flipped. “Where is he?”

Orpheus smirked as he realized what the panic was about. His brother was missing, excellent.