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The male enjoyed those who did not completely agree with him. Back home he was flooded with women and men who nodded along with anything he said. Here he was no one. A simple commoner in a pack and a ghost to the rogues. It was nice to be such an empty canvas, to be challenged by others. It kept the phantom on his toes. Thus, this little chance conversation between the two pale Wolves brought his grin to thicken out of sheer joy. He did not look gleeful but perhaps just indifferent but on the inside the male was happy. In his own odd way. As he spoke the woman did not take her eyes from the heavens. It seemed she was lost in the stars but he knew she was listening. His worlds were illustrious and complimentary to the aesthetic of the night. Thus, the truth came forth as she eventually responded and even taking note of his prose. And as she glanced he attempted to make brief eye contact before she looked away again. Hannibal took in that vibrant pink gaze which was not similar to his own. His pink eye was dull due to his condition, hers was healthy and natural. But, he quickly shook away his thoughts and drank in her words for a moment before responding. "I am no poet." A beat. "I just put care and thought into my words before I speak them." Hannibal listened to her explanation with interest. One black and one white ear flicking as she spoke. He agreed with her ideology completely and if it weren't for his skin condition the male would also prefer the day time. He prefers to explore in the daytime on a cloudy day, but when the sun is out and he is getting burnt it is just not worth it sadly. Thus, as she spoke he offered simple nods of mild agreement but not speaking until she finally proposed a question of her own. The wording of her inquire was different and it made him think for a few moments. His tongue idly slipped across his teeth before he connected his eyes with her own once again. Hannibal was a daring creature, fond of testing the social limitations. Most cannot handle extended eye contact but he adored it. The window into the soul, if souls were to exist that is. "The nighttime is freeing. The moonlight is gentle enough to illuminate but to not burn my fragile skin. I can explore and hunt without being blistered or boiled." Perhaps with that information the woman could piece together his little puzzle. His pink nose and dull pink eye gave away that he had albinism, but there would be a chance that she had no idea what that even was. "Though, if I were not cursed I would also prefer the daytime. But, alas I am forever chained to the darkness."
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