Eleanor recoiled as the stranger sprung to her feet, but she could tell that something was different. Her mind was working, turning over what Eleanor had said, and the woman could tell that it was not a pleasing conclusion that the stranger came to. She remembered what it had been like when she had had to come to terms with what
she was, and how hard it had been. The pain was understood between them, the confusion, the anger. The slate grey woman had gone through it all before. And so she looked upon the stranger with pity, not hostility or anger, although her face was still a mask of neutrality as she stared down the bulky wolf in front of her.
The words made her growl slightly and her tail raised over her back.
"I'd like to see you try." She snapped, but it appeared that there would be no fight happening today. The stranger's demeanor completely changed, and Eleanor's did as well, lowering her guard some and removing the snarl from her face. Despite their rocky conversation so far, the woman felt compelled to help this stranger, like some sort of divine prophet from the ancestors in the sky she had come to this woman in her time of need.
Eleanor prepared herself to answer. Should she really tell this hostile wolf the deepest of her secrets? It seemed only right, somehow.
"I wasn't... born female." She swallowed, glancing down at the ground, unable to meet the other's gaze.
"I made myself to be the way I am now because I felt, deep inside, that I had been born... wrong." It was truly harrowing to be telling this story, but she hoped that it would help.
"Fate did not have for me what I wanted, so I said fuck you to fate and scorned it." She scoffed slightly, a grin spreading across her maw.
"We can choose, fate is not the end-all. Just as I chose to be female because that is how I feel, you can chose to like women because that's how you feel."
She paused, then, staring at the wolf in front of her with a curious expression.
"I know it might not seem right or natural, but what is right in this world? Murderers, cannibals, diseases of the body and mind... Those are all naturally occurring. Who's to say that we are not?"
ELEANOR
AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR