Guess this is your heads up

Desponia · Updated 04/30/23:

Desponia knew she was a contradiction. She resented her family, held a grudge against her half siblings and had spent so much of her life prior to being captured running from them... And yet she was choosing to stay here. Didn't hide her contempt for them but stayed nontheless... She wasn't exactly making a lot of sense. Desponia supposed there were convenient answers: She wasn't exactly a friendly wolf so endearing herself to new packs seemed unlikely so staying in the one that had captured her was just as easy. Maybe she could have made the claim about not being familiar with the lands outside the pack but that was less and less true with each trip.

Desponia did not like the real answer, the truth. The blue whelp, not so little anymore, who'd tried to show her empathy when she'd first gotten here... Her niece who she'd once goaded into fighting her and yet who looked at her so earnestly now... Even her thrice damned sister who'd tried at least once to try and bridge that gap. Desponia knew she was not the better nor bigger wolf, she was a petty bitch who clung to her resentments because it was all she had left at this point. But some of the wolves here? They had tried, for her...

Avacyn's approach made Desponia balk, her eyes flashing with anxiety for a moment. The idea of letting it all go, of trying to mend a bridge she'd been burning for years now felt... Scary. Who even was she if she let go? She was an emotional stunted coward was what. Desponia knew that was who she was deep down but she refused to let anyone else see it. She should have snapped back, should have lashed out but something about her niece, something about the whole damn situation made her stay put, made her break eye contact. She looked away, trying to find the pearl of anger she kept deep within her and clutch onto it for dear life. But even that didn't seem to reignite her. "I make no promises." Desponia finally said, voice holding only resignation. It wasn't a no, but then it wasn't exactly a yes either. It was a maybe, a stubborn maybe. It was the best she could offer right now. It should have been a parting phrase, but she stayed where she was, silent and waiting.

"Speech"

Art by yfjyrcnkirsgte

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me