(12:46:28) Hannibal was annoyed if anything at being called poor. Certainly if he had tried, being another 'noble' would have been easy class to fit in, but the dog in him never did take kindly to leading the pampered life. The only way to live was to kill with your hands, admire nature, and get your hands dirty. All things that transcribed to being a 'hippy', but the hound would have it no other way. He easily wormed his way into giving Inti the illusion of having the upper hand. It didn't matter too much right now. He had food, the crunch of bones and tearing of flesh was more amusing than the mindgame with the lycan. What started off as the hound trying to contain the mess in his paws only had bits of flesh and bone dropping in his hands, he sunk to his hanches as his fur was coated in blood. "Attention?" He said, those crimson eyes rolling up to to the man the moment he mentioned pissing. "You dared to try to get me to lick a personal item of yours...(12:46:57) Hannibal: it had nothing to do with attention but everything to do with marking it." Doggy prodical and all from the hellion's standpoint. he didn't lick the boots of nerdowels that insulted him. The beast's ears perked at thought of being smitten with the creature. There was hardly anything romantic in the way of the hound, but even he couldn't help but laugh, his voice carrying a dark undercurrent as he considered how to respond. "Something like that... It would be a shame to loose such a fine creature." Just what he had met was only for Han to know, and yet Inti didn't claim to be a werewolf. Disappointing, those creatures he had heard of but what else could he be? "A skinwalker? Shifter?"

(13:22:19) Intimidate. Inti's stage had begun practise. The cello slid over its strings in solid movement. The violins attempted to use variation in sweet honeyed sound. It was obvious when someone was out of harmony. The conductor slipped an eye over the hiccup. Poor little Hippy could not keep up! His annoyance fed Inti's endless amusement but also revealed a weakness. To condemn Inti as harmless was a verdict that favoured his own side. Let the mongrel bask in falsified ignorance! It was better that way. Unlike Mr. Hippy; Inti prided himself on cultural roots. Education was sewn beneath centuries of practiced flesh. The monstrosity within might have pranced in blood, but not the man. He had motives far greater than his primal instinct. The crush of bone had his invisible ears tweak. How he adored the jingle of hollow bone and air, not to mention the interlaced resonation of mush and liquid. Ahh~ now that was a sound he was familiar with.(c)(13:22:28) Intimidate..The anthrobeast had spoken in an obviously irate tone: Inti didn't seem to give a shit. My~ Someone had pride issues. Perfect. "Oh, well. I didn't notice it until I smelled you urinate." It was true. Inti had been walking off as the other stated his 'importance'. He was quite involved with others. Laughter seeped from the large hellion; it again resembled that of his cousin. A brow lifted. Inti knew he was being thrown an empty bone. A vacant smile crossed over his lips. "So, you want to hate fuck me into submission?" Well, that was rather bold. How lewd! "Oh. And, try again." His breed had been an accursed gift by a deity both of them may have shared once upon a time. (d)