get ahead of myself

she couldn't help but laugh, agreeing. "ha, well neither am I. so we have that in common" let the men fight for their ranks and proverbial crowns. the women were better used for background noise, whispering into the ears of the current authority. getting what they wanted by way of swaying bodies and hips. there was beauty in power, yes, but also in tactics. Desdemona knew she'd respect a smart woman, but shun a weak man. women seemed to never outrightly challenge for title anyway.

but wouldn't that be something? a queen in title for her prowess in battle... a lady's crown born of blood and fur. it was a beautiful thought. Desdemona kept Deathbelle's gaze, a smirk on her features. "it depends. make me a good offer and I won't refuse" her own honey tone replied back, teasing. "a girl has to keep all her options open, after all." she wasn't saying no but she wasn't saying yes either. it depended on if Risen was good to her. she wasn't about to frolic around this land without a plan in mind.