The rank of Delta was honorable to say- but Desdemona felt undeserved. She never dreamed of being the Beta or further then a simple Mu, she only wished to not be an Omega once more. That was all the guard could ask for, to not dwelve into the pits of the ranking system again. Though being so used to the bottom, she felt too uncomfortable being near the top of ranks.

It stalled within her mind for quite some time, until finally, she sought out @Hydra to lower herself into the proper position; even though she was recently called a cousin by the Queen.

The guard picked up her pace to catch Hydra, and thankfully so the Queen had noticed her and slowed her pace. To the side did she go to, but with hesitation as the guard opened her maw, only to close moments later. She was not sure how to ask this particular request, as Desdemona rarely asked, nor' share about much.

"My liege," the old-ways she would talk picked up in a bundle of nerves, but even so perhaps out of politeness, "I understand the ranks fluxuate often- though I do not feel mine is appropriate." Just below the Gamma, did she peacefully rest onto the Delta. It was perhaps the highest she had gotten, often switching around in the middle ranks. Though satisfied, with being on the lowest bracket, and even proud how far it was-

but it still simply felt wrong to the bastardly woman born as an Omega.

"I'd like to request returning lower ranks, a Mu if so."

"It is everything I dreamed of." Not once did she regret joining Moonspear, and neither did she dwelve into the missing of Morningside. The place may have held a place into her heart, but in the end, it was weak, and a place where she could not grow anymore. Here, within the mountains, could she grow into something other then an omega, or more then just a 'comrade' in arms. Desdemona felt proud to be a apart of them.

But even then, it didn't feel deserved. It all, felt but a dream.

"I was born as an omega, and nothing more. My bloodline, cursed in all its ways, could never prove further," she so confessed, "it does not feel deserving, for my birthright has been set in stone." It was had been hammered in long ago; that she deserves nothing.

"It has been ingrained into my borns since birth, to the point even my littermates fled without a word to me." Her voice cracked a bit at the thought of them. Days in and out did the two plague her thought, knowing that they were possibly alive somewhere, but seemingly not wishing to reunite with Desdemona. She remembered the day she thought to see Othello's shadow, and chased until finally, she gave up. Upon returning;

Morningside was gone.

She was thankful to Hydra, who said to discard what the past was. However at the same time there was a bitterment within her heart, for not too many of the Ostrega's could understand the hardships that were outside the mountain. Born and raised in so, how could they have such a difficult like? Though she too, understood the hypocrital thinking, as life itself as a wolf, was never easy.

"I don't think i'm strong enough to do that, Hydra." How the words warmed her heart, and a pitiful smile could be seen from the wolf, who continued to call herself a bastard.

To the day she was born, to the day she left; Desdemona was always reminded she was a lower being. Her blood was a mistake, a night of fun that resulted in but cursed aftermath, and while no one blamed the man who did the deed, everyone cursed the mother who dared bring them near. How dare she continue to let them live, knowing they were filthy half-breeds. The very factor of their existence should of been ended, but they were of his blood, and he could not.

Tools is what they became, but alas it only worked for one; Desdemona.

Watching the demise of her brave brother broke something within, and the very thought of selling her sister out as but another whore was disgusting.. All the loyalty she gave, was but to waste for only because, the blood she has was not fully the wolf she wanted to be. 

Even her current time, did she stay in the background watching the glow of Moonspear, feeling undeserved by the moonlit touch. Paws bordering it, and inch by inch would she draw closer.. Before removing herself once more, and back to the stoic guard she always has, and always will be.

To Desdemona, Hydra was the peak of that glorious glow. She was strong and confident, leading the wolves of the mountain without doubt, and everyone followed with the upmost loyalty, including her. Many came just drawn to the beauty that the dark Queen produced, and many strive to gain a hand within that power. Alliances and friendships, for all wanted a piece to what they could not fully obtain themselves.

Truly, the Queen of the Wilderness.

"I hope for the day." A weak smile, was given. She truly hoped that perhaps one day these feelings of hers could be passed down and buried to the earthy grave. The words Alya had given 'lighten up,' in a general sense had grown her to be stronger.. Then Hydra's own words, confident of her growth, pushed the small, broken girl into but a light.

All could Desdemona do was hope, and with words at a loss, but a tinge of thankfulness to the Alpha, there was only a smile.