Winter perhaps was the one season the albino tempest could dare to travel to the hotter lands of Alacritia, and she had found herself in a dry desert, cold embracing her framework in the still night. All about her, slopes of sand would rise and fall, up and down... Rubies would gaze about the gorgeous landscape, before falling upon a mirage, a wondrous oasis of vivid greenery. Curiosity only could bring her figure closer and closer, before coral pads met cool grass. About the circular arena, sporadically grew tall palms, though none were to be seen for many more miles. The origin of the structure did not matter to the champagne pelted tempest, rubies settling on the shallow pool of water at the center, coral pads allured to it's cool and refreshing healing aura. All about her, the water seemed to embrace her presence. Coral pads met the cool liquid's surface, before her crown would lower to allow her nose to just barely tap the surface, coral lips parting, her tongue lapping gently at the water, ripples disturbing the otherwise calm surface, full of the reflection of the full and fat moon, amongst the millions of stars. This night, would be the one the albino vixen would be fully content with herself, relaxed and free of any desires or company, should no wolf appear, but another would be in her presence soon, her periphery told her so... Speech,

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.

Rubies swept over the sandy world of the desert as the sound of an approaching male would drift toward her perked auditories, as a pale ghost would materialize in the distance, approaching slowly. In curiousity, she had stood up, rubies watching the pale ghost intently, scanning his features. She seemed to stare into a mirror, the other side of the seemingly mirage a male rather than female, an inch shorter as well. His coral lips moved to allow words to pour, a string of question. What are these gods that this male speaks of? Why does he believe our pelts to be accursed? She was so very curious, rubies scanning the albino brute's facial features once more, as if she were searching for a reason why he spoke of any curse. Why do you consider such a cloak a curse of these gods you speak of? This mirror of pelt is simply perfection in a wolf's genes, not a defect. As she spoke, her sleek bodice would move backward as she would show a pose of splendor, her pelt catching the moonlight, fragmenting it into silver locks and her rubies shone in the oasis' waters. Coral pads retreated to the receding tide, as her crown would lower to take another drink, as her champagne auditories would perk upward to catch the mirror's reply, should he have no already spoken before. When she would finish lapping at the metallic waters, her rubies would flicker up as her crown would rise, paws still squared in the waters, ripples lapping at her ankles. Speech,