Who Am I ?

N/A · 05-13-2013, 03:11 PM

Desdemona had resigned herself to this day of obvious questioning and inquiries but she would handle them with patience, reverence and as much understanding as she could muster. The warrior had long since given up her days of ruthless bloodshed and the time spent alone had healed her, Demonio had filled the empty shell she had become with color. She knew she needed to speak with her beloved, but he would have to wait, because that conversation would be the longest, and probably the most taxing on the Queen. She needed to appear strong to her new pack, regardless if she felt uneasy or not, the call would come and the behemoth would answer.

Gliding up, two toned eyes would flicker with recognition and then satisfaction as they fell on the familiar form of the dame. Hot tempered, but seemingly calm enough, the woman she had met in the wilds, Juno. Politely, she would dip her head in silent acknowledgement, a respectful greeting. "I see you decided to align yourself with Tortuga. To what do I owe the honor?"

Speech,

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