You won't forget me

N/A · 05-14-2013, 08:16 PM

Desdemona had been swarmed. Questions, inquiries, concerns, questions... a thousand souls bombarded her, demanded answers, some border lined on excitement and others on hatred and disgust. Regardless, she had spoken with them all, handled them with as much grace and dignity as she could muster and she had patched things up with her loving mate. Overall, the pack seemed content with her reign and her admission of Queen, she had been in Tortuga a lot less then most of the pack members, but given a chance to explain her decision and her abrupt announcements most simmered down. She wasn't beyond reason, she merely wasn't a push over. Head strong but understanding and accepting, she had done her past to hold true to her word and appease the masses.

A song, a whisper, a caress upon the wind sang to her, it was strange hearing those aside from her mate beckon for her and yet she would need to adjust, these were her people now, they would seek her for advice and for help. She needed to be vigilant, protective but stern. She wanted to be a leader with a touch of humility and grace, not just a power hungry mongrel. The call would come and Desdemona would answer, pivoting to her left she would set off in a heady gallop, tracing the sound of the call. Leaping over the underbrush that got in her way and racing up the mountain side, she would reach the woman shortly, her gait slowing until finally she came to a halt before her.

She had never personally met the dame but she had heard, and had seen her many a time. Out of respect for the loyalty and the time she had spent amongst the pack, she would dip her head in a respectful greeting. Her two toned eyes giving the obsidian dame her full attention. "You called for me Secret?"

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