All my heroes have now become ghosts
You've been infected by a social disease
I am curious about these lands that my paws seemed fit to bring me to, my soul-shattering eyes watching the world around me with a silent observance. I do not believe I have set my paws here before, and yet here I dared to stand with all the poise and posture of someone who had lived here their entire life. This was somewhere that there was no blood on my paws to stain my paw prints, here they wouldn’t know who I am, and yet maybe even still the memories will haunt my life. I kept a silent watch, as I always do, for I am the soul of winter. It’s what I have always been, it’s what everyone has ever called me. Even the way I look suggests I was forged from winter herself, and I have no qualms with looking and acting the embodiment of winter. It’s simply who I am.
My coat is made of pale silver like the ghostings of fading moonlight, with darker silver intermixed within it to keep my exact shade something quite hard to pin down. Mixed in with that is some kind of grayish blue color that seems to always turn the tides in terms of color definition. The outcome of these colors is written off and accurately labeled as “icy”, and there’s subtle hintings of that rebellious blue color and all combined I’m the shade of “ice blue”. A obsidian trim of black coats the very tips of my ears and the same black coats the tip of my tail, this same black coating the tip of my would have been icy tail, and both of these blacks are trimmed in a almost scarlet if it isn’t blood red. My eyes are also thinly traced in this scarlet blood hue, and while it may have meant something back home I’m not sure it does here, but that mask brings out my eyes, the glacial blue depths that fade towards the pupil into a hellfire red and then the golden.
HYOURINMARU
When you gonna wake up and fight
Well then take your medicine