TONIGHT WE OWN THE NIGHT ❄️

This was not a place that the cursid being ever roamed, it was far too warm for his own tastes. But the dead cold of winter had brought forth a new feeling towards the desert, while it was still warm it was without the chilly bite that the rest of the lands held. It was a calming break from the whispering breath of winter. Alacritis was in the depths of the season, and he couldn't wait for spring to poke its head out. So with a huff the demon padded towards the only greenery his pink eyes could see. He seemed to not be the only one with this site in mind, because ahead of him he picked out another beast, a being that was much like himself. Another albino? What could she have done to be cursed by the gods?

Apollo picked up the pace and cleared his throat when he neared the dame, no smile or any real emotion on his face, his eyes the only give away to his curiosity. Pale ears facing towards her, his head cocked to the side as he studied her face. It was like looking in the mirror, with opposite genders of course. "What have you done to anger the gods? And the two cursed wolves meet by all odds. Did your sires place the curse, or did you do something worse?" He asked, his sing song lyrics seeming to echo in the empty space.