Body rattles, and bones ached, she felt a weakness as limbs felt sore. She could feel the tension rise within, as the stress drained into her core. Desdemona felt her limits, but she didn't want to admit to the truth. Mind or body, she thought as the pains slowly dwindled, and the feverish vision faded out. The first arrival toward Morningside came with months of hardships, both her thoughts, and her muscles. She focused on what was important, to keep the place stafe, to stay loyal, to show her loyalty. Most of all, to feel alive, and to have a purpose, even if it meant pushing to the limits.

She felt pathetic, for what battle did she face, to end up in this state? Body torn, but there was no scar, nor crimson to be shown, she didn't do anything notworthy. Her shame and pity, was wished to be tucked away, and the dame slipped by within the shadows. Desdemona felt hesistance, as her dark paws slowly traced at the borders, but heavy steps continued outward from the maplewoods, as she unwillingly pulled herself away. Unseen, and unworry, she did not want to be seen in this feeble humilation. Though with each movement, she could feel her paws give out, that it was a struggle, just to get out of the vincinity. As there was no scars, no wounds, there was nothing to heal, and in the end, all there left was the shame she felt.
Somewhere, she thought, anywhere, where no one could see her. Somewhere, she could collect herself, for only a few minutes. She was unwilling to have more then a few minutes, for she had to do something, something useful. Desdemona was nothing, if she was useless, for she felt what she was. If she did nothing- she did not deserve the place named Morningside. If she did nothing, she did not deserve to be a comrade. If she did nothing.. Well, she was always a bastard in the end.

Her face twisted into a snarl over her own body as it continued to be reluctant, but her determination forced it to continue forward. Jade eyes narrowed toward the sight of pine trees, and she felt relief to not be near the maplewoods. But when she came to, she collapsed, and widened her eyes in surprise. She couldn't move- it was a struggle. She laid down, a squint laid upon her face as she let out feverish pants in a weakend state. Desdemona thought to give herself, just a moment of peace, despite her whole center screaming for rest. She continued on, in conciousness, mind slipping into a blurred, dizzy state that tried to lure her out. She held on, with just a thin string.. But for how long could she continue?

Her body slumped, and even with an attempt her limbs only slide back down as her body felt too heavy to rise. It hurt more now that she was still, as the movement kept her body distracted from the muscle strain; she regretted stopping. A few moments of rest, she thought it would heal. Desdemona was not a stranger to pain neither, she overexerted her body before, but that was when her siblings were still around. They forcefully given her the break that she oh-so required, though she remembered feeling quite a grudge against them during that time. Looking back they only wanted to best, but the dark wolf only wanted the best for herself, to prove herself toward the birth pack. This time there was no one looking after her, and she ignored it altogether, ending in this miserable state.

She had thought she would be fine getting away from her packmates, but her small world had forgotten that others roamed.. She met the allies, the few visitors toward the maplewoods, but land unclaimed could never be assumed to be desolate. She narrowed at the sound of him. Desdemona insticts were to snarl, but she only bristled slightly while looking toward him stoicly. She remained in silence, and nly looked at him with a silent question, 'what do you want?' She didn't get up for him, her body remained on the ground as her head slowly brushed against the ground to turn a jaden gaze toward the stranger. She wished to be left alone, but felt relief it wasn't a Morningsider, but a stranger she most likely would not see again.

Desdemona wheezed slightly as she felt short of breathe and wanted to whine over the aching joints, but held tongue. Despite in a weakened state, one approached without regard to it and bombarded her with a question. She would rather be alone, though unable to move caused her to stay and listen toward his questioning, making her stare at him in silence for quite some time. She wondered why he would approach a wolf like her, who was, and looked quite useless. She would never fathom the minds of others.

"I have not." After quite a few moments of staring at him, the dark dame gave a short answer in an emotionless tone. She mustered her best to give a complete sentence without faltering to a stammer or a whine, and hoped this was enough for the male before her. Her jades glided away from him, as she turned her head away once an answer was given. Desdemona wanted to be alone, in this sorry state, but she was not granted it. After an answer, perhaps she will be then. There was no thought to get help from a stranger, as her mindset was that this will pass sooner or later. Even then, she would not seek help or pity from those around her- that felt pathetic to do. Already pathetic enough, the fae didn't want to worsen the bitter feeling.

An ear twitch upon hearing the exaggerated sigh, but she did not turn back to him. She didn't see his nod either, and only closed her eyes for a few moments, once Desdemona heard his paws move away. Eyelids felt heavy and eyes felt pained on staring at nothing but the air. She thought he must be looking for someone important, but in the end it had nothing to do with her, so she didn't linger too long on thinking about this stranger.

Though, he turned back, and bluntly asked her on what is wrong. Reluctantly, her head twisted back to look at the other as she opened her jades, but she still did not get up, and continued laying on the side. Desdemona started at him for a few moments before opening her maw and answering in the upmost serious tone, "resting."

She kept on with a blank, emotionless stare while looking at the agitated male. Her fur had sleeked back from its earlier hostility, as she simply regarded him as a passbyer. So she hoped, but time proven he wouldn't simply go away despite answers being met, but none seemed to satisfy the stranger. Desdemona questioned what were his goals on disturbing her, and why try to have this conversation with someone so ragged and tired. She didn't even get up from a slumped position, showing no interest toward this meeting.

"Why do you want to know?" So she asked, giving a question with a question, not answering his. She felt there wasn't a reason to answer, for the obvious lay in her pitiful look. She wouldn't explain her stress and soreness to a Packmate, so Desdemona would refrain even more from someone she did not know.

Her eyes narrowed on this oddity of a male. She didn't take note of his rude nature, much less think on it, but more focused on why he seemed determined to know what she was doing. Desdemona didn't answer him however, as she didn't have the energy to freely talk, and felt it was a pointless act to disclose personal information. Why would she? He was someone she didn't know, a passbyer who would soon leave when he got bored. She had given the few main answers he sought, but not of the ones that concerned herself. With those thoughts in mind, she turned her head and tucked it back by her chest in a silent matter, as she begun to ignore the stranger.

A foreign tongue was heard, one she never heard of. The dark wolf has only met those of the same language, and while she was aware of different cultures, the chance to meet them were limited. She had met another, once, being the Ikkanattuk, though other matters were more important than the learning of the unknown. Desdemona was of course curious, as usually one with a different culture in the lands, normally were not alone... Was there more of them?

Were there more neighbors? The need for knowledge engulfed her desires, as she felt the more she knew, the more use she held. Desdemona knew very little about the lands, much less other Packs. She knew of some just by name, such as Undersea, and met a few, Moonspear, Easthollow and Ikkanattuk. Reluctantly, her jades rolled over to the stranger, as she stared as he turned away.

"Who are you?" Weakened, but the desire to learn on what was around overcame her desire. She felt her limbs ache as they moved upward, settling herself in a more sitting situation. She wobbled, but stabilized herself long enough to learn what was needed, perhaps, "Are you a Pack wolf?" A little more talkative then usual, but maybe because she felt so useless in this moment, that she had to learn something.