The Devil's Red Right Hand

Metallic clicking and heavy paws reached her ears, drawing closer to her, followed closely by the scent of the male as the winds shifted. When he entered her sunning room, an extremely rare sight greeted him. Sparkling in the rays of the sun, her gold and silver markings were dazzling to the eye and the crystalline white of her quartz fur set her appearance off quite stunningly. The bright red of his pelt gave the translucent white of her coat a soft pink hue, bringing a smile to the empress's face. Her holographic eyes turned to regard him in return as he complimented her song, making her smile grow all the more. "Perhaps, it is simply a coincidence, as I was singing of my own life. I do thank you for the compliment."

Lurid was nothing if not tactful in her delivery, eloquent even. Her dual-toned vocals were soft, mesmerizing, and inviting for conversation, "Will you stay a while and tell me about it, or do you prefer not to speak of what you recognize in my ballad of monsters?" Either way, the witch found herself captivated by his coat, his scars, and the way his bobbed tail was held. He seemed to be a proud creature, one who held himself the way she did, like a king in his own right. Maybe it was the cloak he wore, but to Lurid, he looked like a red knight coming to rescue his queen of hearts from loneliness.