The moon held high in the sky, and a nice breeze drifted through. She was near the end of the territory, quietly watching out to the glen. Now that autumn had hit the wilds, it was more pleasant during the day, and felt less horrendous for her darkened pelt. She could only imagine how it was for others, such as Hydra and @Atlas, but Osiris and his father Dirge, would have easier time and so.

Desdemona was not completely dark, she was long-limbed charcoal woman, unusually large ears- perhaps that was due to her bastardly lineage. It was not something she could hide away either, and thus simply ignored the oddity of features. It definitely came use to stalking, however, and prowling the mountain.

"Atlas," the woman greeted, "you have taken the night shift?" The two had discussed her disappearence from the morning and into the night pledge. He seemed interested at the time, and lately did she see him at night. However during a long absence, she did wonder if he continued doing so.

Desdemona slept usually in the middle of the night and woke up a near the afternoon to morning. Sleep wasn't needed too much for a guard.

"It is peaceful," she nodded in agreement. Though perhaps too peaceful, to the point she had felt useless quite a few times, "nothing has happened, I can presume." It was only a given. Perhaps not even a Saint wolf, or a Ursus member. One had apparently passed by near Moonspear weeks ago. 

"You always seem wary," Desdemona commented. She was one that was also always on guard, however she also knew how safe it was within the mountains. An eye was always kept open at night, but she wondered why someone so young, felt so much wariness on the land.

"What do you think is coming?" She wondered if he knew about the trip that herself and Osiris went. Assuming the brothers talked, he must've known about Ursus and the Saints. She too held a bit worry about them, especially since the supposed 'intruder,' came out this far. However the guard also was confident in Hydra.

"That is true." She couldn't argue with the logic that there was danger around. Especially with Ursus and the Saints deciding to harass others, however, "there will always be something to be guarded over." One day it would be Ursus, but another day another pack can rise up and decided to be a powerhouse, only to fall again. Moonspear had standed for generations-

"they all fall down." Only Moonspear and Easthollow have standed strong.

"If you always focus only on that, you will lose what is around you." She said this, from the depth of her heart. Perhaps the tone had deepened when spoke of thesese words- heavily reminding her of the past. She remembered only focusing on the singular task, of serving those who would not protect her. In return, Desdemona lost her entire family.

A bastard like herself, can only go so far after all. She has settled, to be a lowly grunt.

She could understand the wariness; for even Desdemona rarely indulged into lifes pleasure. Majority of Moonspear knew she was always at the borders, watching and waiting, diligently marking and greeting. It was only rarely did she creep upwards to the mountain, to sleep or to eat, otherwise the life was below.

"I believe in the strength that is here; it helps not to worry. I guard all day and night, for it is what I can do to add to the strength. Reassure others, and myself."

"Rely on yourself, and your siblings. Moonspear is not a group to easily falter to danger." Remembering Morningside and how they fell despite no danger, she doubted the mountain group would be the same. They had numerous of wolves to the point the mountain was overflowing, prospering various of warriors.

"You are still young, have confidence." This was probably the first time she truly felt old. Desdemona wasn't exactly an elderly lady, but she wasn't getting any younger. She simply wished, to pass in peace when said time comes.

"Perhaps you are right, even the oldest can have confidence issues." Generally, she did not mention in herself. Desdemona knew her abilities were well-enough to be liked in Moonspear, however she never thought of herself but a grand warrior, and the rank she carried was undeserving. It was hard to warm up the thought, when she was far too used to be but a shadow to packs.

"We all have fears, I worry as well. To lose something, once more." Just as Morningside fell, the thought of Moonspear falling always a dreary thought to the spiders mindset. She would not know what to do beyond her life if the event occurred.

"I do what I can; guard." It gave her a comfort of control in the constant movement. At times it was also a gateway to escape her issues, such as the ghosts of her family, and the thoughts of what could be. Though most of all she felt she was the one who at the time, could control what happens. When at the border there she was, as Desdemona would always prepare for the worst that may happen to any visitor at all. It felt like she could prevent what could be, any dangers that may lurk, she would be the one to confront them.

Though all that thoughts inwardly would probably not do good. Upon realizing she thought of it and didn't speak, there was a clear pause in her words as she regained balance in thoughts, "I am in control of what I do. If there is an enemy at the border, I am one of the first on the lines. It is a line of defense to prevent the worst that may seek here. Constantly on the movement and watching for any dangers that may lurk."

"It is not a life for everyone, but it's my life."

"Yes." After she said so her head gingerly tilted to the side in a more thought. She counted herself as happy, content with life itself. She had a home to call forth, a pack she was loyal to, and hopefully loyal to hers back, a place to stack her destiny- a claim, just.. Somewhere, she belonged.

Though it couldn't be denied there was something empty that was just 'there,' on being a guard. Desdemona didn't have that desire to move up, she felt firstly undeserving, and secondly knew there was always another more suitable in a role besides herself. Above all else, it simply wasn't something she cared for. She was not a sociable creature, but one that preferred the shadows and silently guard, it was a peaceful way of living for the spider-woman.

She couldn't figure out what it was, but something told her it had to do with the factor of her missing siblings, and maybe the simple absence of friends and family.

"Perhaps I need more friends." Then after so, she silently said the truth.

Rarely so did Desdemona smile. Sometimes she thought how some comment she doesn't seem 'happy' like the others, and why she does not.. But she simply did not felt the need to constantly crane her facial movement. Thus rarely did others see it so, but when Atlas offered so, for once did she crack a smile.

"I'd be honored to, Atlas."

Friends were a tricky subject for herself; especially since the man who offered was her superior's sons, and little did she know a future Beta. There was always a feeling of simply being a subordinate then of a friend to others, and as rank changes, she always felt it was undeserved, and kept to the backgrounds.

It was hard to count anyone as one, but she would like to one day. Truly, find a companion.

But a part of her still said, she was unworthy.