07-12-2018, 12:28 PM
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Small calloused paws move quietly through the plains, the blades shivering and dancing in the gentle breeze. A petite figure woven from the darkness of space and the shine of starlight moves elegantly through the sea of amber grasses, her gait swift and steady. A pair of brilliant silver eyes gaze adoringly upon the beautiful landscape, a soft smile gracing thin black lips. Imperia thanks the Maker every day for liberating her from that wretched place in the mountains and guiding her to this wonderful place. She only wishes her mother was included in His marvelous plan for her escape, but Peri is careful not to forget Marguerite's sacrifice for her own freedom. It hurts to be without the one person in her entire life who ever truly loved her, but Imperia does not question the will of her god. Everything has a reason and nothing happens without a purpose--she may not always like how events unfold, but she knows that it is impossible to experience happiness until sadness has been endured.
As she wanders dreamily through the fields, the petite she-wolf catches whiff of a large gathering of people. Intrigued, the tenderhearted creature adjusts her trajectory to investigate. As she crests a small hill, she almost immediately hears someone asking for food. Imperia is a simple creature: she hears that someone is need and she goes to help. Combat is not her strong suit and she avoids hunting more than what's necessary for her survival, so the dainty predator found her own niche in terms of aiding those in need. It is a good hobby, she thinks. Makes her feel useful and needed while others receive nourishment or healing or whatever else they might require. She cooks, she cleans, she heals, and she always lends a shoulder to cry on. There are plenty of individuals within the Ascendants to take of the mantle of defender and warrior. And Imperia? Well, she is merely a caretaker, but she likes it this way. The young female carefully makes her way towards the newcomer, a warm smile gracing her lovely visage. Lithe muscles ripple beneath an argentine pelt as the angelic healer weaves through the crowd with doelike grace. Most of the individuals are unfamiliar with the exception of Suiteheart and perhaps Carolina, but only the former is friendly enough for Imperia to feel comfortable around.
"Bonjour," she greets in a soft voice. As the girl settles into a seated position, she is surprised to hear Carolina mention that Washington carries snacks with him. Her ears prick with interest. A tiny smile tugs at her lips. He likes them! Imperia was unsure if her armored friend would appreciate the jerky she prepared for him after hearing he did not like consuming raw meat. Pleased with that information, the girl cannot help but speak up and say, "I-I actually have some jerky with me now if you would like some.." Kind yet awkward.
As she wanders dreamily through the fields, the petite she-wolf catches whiff of a large gathering of people. Intrigued, the tenderhearted creature adjusts her trajectory to investigate. As she crests a small hill, she almost immediately hears someone asking for food. Imperia is a simple creature: she hears that someone is need and she goes to help. Combat is not her strong suit and she avoids hunting more than what's necessary for her survival, so the dainty predator found her own niche in terms of aiding those in need. It is a good hobby, she thinks. Makes her feel useful and needed while others receive nourishment or healing or whatever else they might require. She cooks, she cleans, she heals, and she always lends a shoulder to cry on. There are plenty of individuals within the Ascendants to take of the mantle of defender and warrior. And Imperia? Well, she is merely a caretaker, but she likes it this way. The young female carefully makes her way towards the newcomer, a warm smile gracing her lovely visage. Lithe muscles ripple beneath an argentine pelt as the angelic healer weaves through the crowd with doelike grace. Most of the individuals are unfamiliar with the exception of Suiteheart and perhaps Carolina, but only the former is friendly enough for Imperia to feel comfortable around.
"Bonjour," she greets in a soft voice. As the girl settles into a seated position, she is surprised to hear Carolina mention that Washington carries snacks with him. Her ears prick with interest. A tiny smile tugs at her lips. He likes them! Imperia was unsure if her armored friend would appreciate the jerky she prepared for him after hearing he did not like consuming raw meat. Pleased with that information, the girl cannot help but speak up and say, "I-I actually have some jerky with me now if you would like some.." Kind yet awkward.