Moonspear a cursed bloodline.

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."