07-06-2018, 01:15 AM
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It all happens in slow motion. Tension builds--slowly at first, then faster and faster before it explodes. The strange leopardess--Carolina, he calls her--leaps at Washington. An overwhelming wave of fear washes over her, frightened by the gnashing teeth and the unsheathed claws. It is all too familiar. The growling, the hissing, the shouting. A part of Imperia half-expects Carolina to tackle her, which is a completely irrational but entirely uncontrollable feeling that causes the girl to momentarily wink out of existence. Not really. But she is invisible for one moment, two, before the anxiety levels lessen some and she regains control of rational thought. As the petite she-wolf grows more in control, her physical form slowly comes back into view. Despite being visible once again, Imperia still cannot bring her body to move. All she can do is watch, wide-eyed, as Carolina growls something at her friend. She hears, but none of the words make sense for the thundering of her heart drowns it out. Imperia is vaguely aware of more and more of her clanmates arriving on scene, exchanging words, contributing to the oppressive tension in the air. She is paralyzed.
That is, until a powerful feeling of injustice begins to drown out the terror left over from her childhood. Imperia gazes upon Carolina ordering Washington, her only real friend (in her mind), around like some sort of puppy. She sees the strange female treating her clanmates in a similar manner. It upsets her that this unfamiliar person dares harm the people she cares about. And it upsets her even more that she is powerless to do anything about it. "G-get off of him.." she murmurs meekly, the demand beginning as a thought before accidentally spilling into spoken word within the chaos of her rather stressed and frazzled mind. Some part of the canine's mind fears Carolina's wrath, envisioning the beautiful ginger wildcat in the form of her father, slashing and kicking and biting until the rage subsided. Those were the worst moments of her life, and as much as Peri wishes that those experiences remain in the past tense, they continually rear their ugly head in the form of uncontrollable terror whenever exposed to an even remotely similar situation. But the young female cannot stand the sight of Agent Carolina harassing her friends...friend. Maybe she is also a bit confused why Washington seems to have history with the other female and is acting submissive towards her. And perhaps Peri feels a little jealous too.
Finally, she finds her voice. "Stop bossing people around like you're in charge here," she says sternly in a manner not so unlike a mother scolding her child. Slender legs propel the dainty predator towards the front of the group, angling herself so that her petite frame acts a feeble barrier between Agents Washington and Carolina. Stunning silver eyes shine with a mixture of terror and defiance. Imperia is frightened by confrontation but is emboldened by her sense of justice. "I-I'm sure you're stressed and whatever business you have with Washington and the others is important but this is not a warzone. You do not get to order everyone around, especially in our home--I don't care who you are." She stares down Carolina with a deep frown marring her angelic features for several moments following the end of her miniature rant. For claiming that she does not have to obey people whose power is derived from a system unrelated to herself, Agent Carolina seems to be enforcing a lot of power that is completely unrelated to the Ascendants. That is a double standard in itself. Pierre used to do that too, but she quickly learned not to speak up for fear of retribution.
Only when Imperia is assured that the ginger wildcat at least heard what she had to say, the metallic hued she-wolf turns to gaze up at Washington. Peri wonders briefly what his expression might be beneath that helmet. How does he feel? Is he alright? "You don't have to go with her if you don't want to," she says towards all the individuals being ordered around by Carolina, but especially Wash since she is most familiar with him. Argentine eyes glimmer with earnest intentions. Imperia is small and the other female could easily overtake her if necessary, but the she-wolf is sincere in her commitment to preventing Carolina from ordering around Washington and Church against their wills.
That is, until a powerful feeling of injustice begins to drown out the terror left over from her childhood. Imperia gazes upon Carolina ordering Washington, her only real friend (in her mind), around like some sort of puppy. She sees the strange female treating her clanmates in a similar manner. It upsets her that this unfamiliar person dares harm the people she cares about. And it upsets her even more that she is powerless to do anything about it. "G-get off of him.." she murmurs meekly, the demand beginning as a thought before accidentally spilling into spoken word within the chaos of her rather stressed and frazzled mind. Some part of the canine's mind fears Carolina's wrath, envisioning the beautiful ginger wildcat in the form of her father, slashing and kicking and biting until the rage subsided. Those were the worst moments of her life, and as much as Peri wishes that those experiences remain in the past tense, they continually rear their ugly head in the form of uncontrollable terror whenever exposed to an even remotely similar situation. But the young female cannot stand the sight of Agent Carolina harassing her friends...friend. Maybe she is also a bit confused why Washington seems to have history with the other female and is acting submissive towards her. And perhaps Peri feels a little jealous too.
Finally, she finds her voice. "Stop bossing people around like you're in charge here," she says sternly in a manner not so unlike a mother scolding her child. Slender legs propel the dainty predator towards the front of the group, angling herself so that her petite frame acts a feeble barrier between Agents Washington and Carolina. Stunning silver eyes shine with a mixture of terror and defiance. Imperia is frightened by confrontation but is emboldened by her sense of justice. "I-I'm sure you're stressed and whatever business you have with Washington and the others is important but this is not a warzone. You do not get to order everyone around, especially in our home--I don't care who you are." She stares down Carolina with a deep frown marring her angelic features for several moments following the end of her miniature rant. For claiming that she does not have to obey people whose power is derived from a system unrelated to herself, Agent Carolina seems to be enforcing a lot of power that is completely unrelated to the Ascendants. That is a double standard in itself. Pierre used to do that too, but she quickly learned not to speak up for fear of retribution.
Only when Imperia is assured that the ginger wildcat at least heard what she had to say, the metallic hued she-wolf turns to gaze up at Washington. Peri wonders briefly what his expression might be beneath that helmet. How does he feel? Is he alright? "You don't have to go with her if you don't want to," she says towards all the individuals being ordered around by Carolina, but especially Wash since she is most familiar with him. Argentine eyes glimmer with earnest intentions. Imperia is small and the other female could easily overtake her if necessary, but the she-wolf is sincere in her commitment to preventing Carolina from ordering around Washington and Church against their wills.