You won't forget me
05-21-2013, 12:47 AM
Desdemona's goal wasn't to make a boat load of friends, she was attempting to get this pack to a safe and amiable place, nothing more and nothing less, but it never hurt to have allies and companions that viewed one more than just a slightly intimidating figure of high power. She had made herself open to any wolf that chanced upon her, any creature that wished to speak with her. She may not be the most sociable of wolves, but if one of her people came to her with a problem, she would do everything in her power to fix it. Secret, Ulrike, Nnoitra, Luce, Xenios, Vi... she didn't care who or what it came from, she had not taken this position lightly, nor would she ever. Two toned eyes would flicker as a smile spread across the woman's face. It seemed... that Desdemona hadn't done half bad. She liked Secret. She liked her blunt honesty. "The hunting games will be... quite the challenge, perhaps not in physical skill but in mind, I do hope you participate, I am dreadfully curious to see how my challenge will be handled." Desdemona's voice was calm, quiet, soft, and she would offer the woman a soft smile, mischief glittering in the depths of her two toned gaze. In the realm of her leads, she wanted them to have more brains than brawn. She meant to challenge them mentally more than physically. Speech, |