Family had a firm grip of Moonspear, which was mainly ruled by Ostregas.. Desdemona had her own nightmares about family, majorily concerning her sister, and her two brothers. She preferred to keep the past behind, wishing to start anew, her loyalty being placed upon wolves who are worthy, but there was still regrets, haunting her dreams. She thought about her own family, and her.. Ugly origins.

Othello and Venetian, the spider wished she where they had gone, but also knew they didn't wish to see her. Desdemona was afraid to see them, but they still sought out in her dreams. Even if she thought of family now, she had none. She did not know who to call a friend, and a mate? There was no one she wished to taint with her blood; children wasn't an option.

She felt alone.

Pearls almost seem to fall from the dark figure, so unsuited to someone so cold-hearted, a smile was never to be seen. Only once did she smile, and that was with the feeling of acceptance, only for that feeling to be betrayed when he had left Morningside to hunt for some woman, and to leave it to the void. Now of sorrow, would come forth- but she felt the nip of someone, and restrained the falls. Sound of laughter whispered into her ears, as she glanced at the figure.

The Queen enticed the spider to a dance, a running of the two, and she joined without words to be spoken. She felt a surge of emotions mix between as the two would follow around the mountains terrian as legs ran with force; anger, sorrow, happiness that was quick to flee... All that she had previously gained, and lost once more. But why blame them, when she left first? Why blame anyone, when she was always at fault? Morningside, her brothers and sister, her mother.. All fell upon her head, a guilt Desdemona should always bare and to keep in mind.

She is nothing but a bastard to the world.

Her counterpart was of joy, seen through her confident strides while running through the earth, so wild and free. And so, unlike herself. She felt so trapped, so empty and contained, bounded by what she was born to, something Desdemona didn't ask! The regrets she shown, the ones who shared the same traits, the same fate, yet she did not help them in their needs. The world looked like a blurr, the spider could feel wetness cross upon her fur as the wind stole away the tears, but she was never fast enough to run away from them.

Desdemona wished she could change the past, protect the brother, and save her sister, to pay attention to her brother before he had left! He was there somewhere- cursing her and their heritage, just as she has done. Perhaps he was somewhere better, with family.. A family she didn't deserve. Perhaps her sister was the same, the lovely sister who deserved it all. Yet, her other brother, still laid in the earth. She should be there.

Why couldn't she be there.

"It does not feel like I am." Her words hissed with a pulling toward a cry, but she held firm. Desdemona couldn't remember the last time she had felt this way, perhaps it was when her mother had passed. She remained stone-cold, ever since, even when her brother had passed, there was no tears shed, only regret, and hatefulness toward home.

Perhaps all the emotions she held was finally spilling over, all what she had was, was now coming forward. She only wished to yell, and let it forth. Faster, she felt, stronger, did she go. Her legs burned with each stride, but she wanted to let it go. Let it be free, but it felt hard. A howl of sorrow, of anger and needing.

However as she ran, she didn't know what was ahead.. Just darkness, she ran.