Nothing Eleanor was saying made any sense at all to the bulky woman. In fact, it seemed to only confuse her more. What could possibly be so deep to disrupt fate and nature itself. Unless, of course, this was indeed fate and nature for her. Was this oddness something that was in fact perfectly normal, someone along the way had just forgotten to tell her? Once again her lips peeled back in hate at those who had left her, tossed her aside, and at times forgotten about her in the beginning of her life. Left with little to nothing, she now had little to nothing. Nothing except this confusing tug towards this female that sat, smirking, in front of her.

It was the final words though, that wiped Despoina’s face. “No.” She said sternly, forcing her usual stony drawl and challenging growl into an otherwise flat voice. “No.” Eleanor continued. Describing the women. Soft, pretty, so very pretty and they smelled so good. Eyes started to close at the thought, her breathing turned deep and mouth began to water. All she wanted to do was tackle them, wrap herself around them and bury her nose in their… ”No!” She suddenly. Instantly on her feet, her fur bristled again, the true challenge still missing from her pose. “You’re wrong! If you don’t shut up I’m going to beat your ‘pretty’ face until you can’t talk! You…” Temper cooled. Her fur resettled and Despoina lowered herself uncertainly, with hard eyes still locked and glaring at Eleanor. “How… how do you understand?” There was no growl. No threat. It was as if something else entirely had come over the lost young woman. Maybe, for the first time in her life, she could get some answers.