PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW

When the male spoke, a soft smile broke over the woman's face as a touch of crimson showed through her silvery cheek fur. Yet, truly hearing Ubivat's words, her brow would quirk inquiringly as she turned her gaze to the man. "Are you a necrophiliac or something?" Wintry lyrics would murmur, ruby gaze riveted upon the bold features of her companion. As his shoulder touched her upper foreleg, she looked down and attempted to swallow her shock. How strange, as soon as she arrived in a foreign place, someone thought she was pretty. Must be the twisted opinions of her homeland. As he continued to speak, his burning gaze turned to the heavens. She scoffed as his vocals met her tall rosen audits, shaking her large, powerful crown a few times. "I was born a bastard, and my sire rips open the bellies of pale pups of his. He carries the gene of albinism in his veins, and blames his children for taking to it. My mother tried to keep me from seeking him out, and look what happened when I ignored her..." She murmured, lifting a forelimb so the cherry flesh would just show the warped flesh of the many scars smattering her forelegs. Pallid ears would flatten against her skull as her formidable pearl razors ground together to bite back the snarl of anger threatening to spill from her pink lips.
Pallid banner would strike the ground a few times, bristling with anger. The silken threads upon her spine would rise as she fought her emotions, hating the raging temper her father had given her, yet another of his flawed genes. With a deep breath, she lowered her foreleg and flattened the fur upon her back and tail. "What about you, you must have had a shitty life, by the sound of things." The winter goddess would murmur, turning her garnet optics on the man at her side.