Desdemona

Firstborn heiress to the newest line of Seers of the Temple, Desdemona was met with a mix of awe and love when the pride first met her. Her mother, deciding to hope that her own ability was a one time thing, raised the little one just like any other cub. Until she started to predict the other cub’s next accidents a day before they happened.

That was the first sign, but that was easy enough to ignore. She explained that all Desdemona would see, as long as she didn’t have a shadow, was a random glimpse once or twice. She wouldn’t worry about seeing the webs of futures that her mother had learned to navigate as easily as she could walk. No, her mother assured her, she wouldn’t have to learn any of that. She was sure of it.

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Upon reaching maturity though, a shadow formed at her side. A smaller one than her mother's, but a shadow nonetheless. It was a serval. Evermore immediately knew what was going to happen now. She had to train her daughter to use her skills as her shadow did the same. It was something she had always worried about, but her daughter seemed to be fine with it. Happy, even. So, despite her reservations, she began to train Desdemona in how to see the future effectively and understand what can be done to change it.

Desdemona excelled.

Before she had her first litter she was on the same level as her mother, and then when she had her first cubs she had two more with her eyes. Evermore was shocked and proud of her daughter, and Desdemona was so happy with her cubs. Her shadow was surprisingly nurturing, gently rocking the cubs to sleep every night and alerting her partner whenever there was the slightest issue. Colic? Automatic alert. Hunger? Easy to tell now. Desdemona was a wonderful seer, and an even better mother. So it was only natural that her shadow got a name.

She named her shadow Nevermore. A tribute to her mother, and her own skills.