PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW

She watched the slight flinch the man gave, and regretted speaking the word she had. She hadn't known better, and she was sure as hell in for a surprise in a second. He mentioned that she was at least putting in the effort to search for the small, lost child of her blood, and not simply leaving her. He began to speak of being dead, bringing his paw to her chest and smiling softly at her. As he told her he was dead, her brow would quirk in response. Slowly, cautiously, she would lift her large paw and place it upon the chest of the boldly marked man, right next to his own. Sure enough, he held a heartbeat, steadily thumping about in his chest like any other heart did. The pale silvery giantess was tempted to point out the falsity of his statement, but instead she bit her tongue and shut up. Some things were better left unsaid, and anyone could believe what they wanted to.

Now he came to explain to her his past, the unique and sorrowful entirety of what had happened. It brought tears to prickle at the backs of her cherry optics, but she fought them down. Surely Ubivat would not want her pity, as she would not want his when she had told him her own sob story of a life. She watched him close his eyes, straining to go on and talk about his past. He admitted that he had not spoken to someone else about it in a while, which made the rosy tinged lady feel quite special indeed. The charcoal and ivory male told her he could not understand how anyone could harm her, and he called her a beautiful creature in all it's essence. Her? Beautiful? Sure, she had no doubts that others saw her as a pretty thing, since many men stared at her as she strode by. But she never saw anything about herself as anything but flawed to a certain degree, so she never thought she was a magnificent beauty queen. What did Ubivat see when he looked at her? She wondered, curiosity overriding her ability to take the compliment. "Well, you can blame my sire for that, he's a complete douche." She chuckled, wintry lyrics barely a murmur as she spoke. That wasn't a lie, her father had something against all his pale children, and that was unfair, since the albinism they were given was entirely his fault. Fixing her garnet orbs upon the bold features of her newfound friend, she watched his face, his expressions. She was intrigued to see what brought him to think she was beautiful, and was interested in seeing what was going on in his brain.

"This be Talking"