07-13-2018, 03:52 PM
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A gentle breeze stirs the lush grasses of the plains, emerald blades whispering as they dance and sway in the currents of air. Songbirds sing as they flutter through the vast open skies. Grasshoppers leap from one blade of grass to another, attempting to outmaneuver the avians who hunt them. In the midst of the peaceful chaos of it all, a slender figure woven from moonlight and stardust slowly moves through the ocean of grass, parting the tendrils as if she were a ship at sea. Something draws her here, to the farthest part of the territory. Imperia has been known to wander, but this is different. It is almost as if something--someone--guides her here, to this vast sea of amber and green. A voice? No, it is closer to an intuition, but one that is not her own. It woke her from her peaceful slumber beneath a weeping willow beside a bubbling brook, driving her from the comforts of home to the outskirts of the Ascendants' land. Were anyone to ask her as to why she traveled so far away on a whim, Peri could not explain in a way that another would understand. But she knows that it is the Maker speaking to her. She needs Peri to do something, to meet someone.
The young healer's suspicions are confirmed when she hears voices up ahead. Well, a voice. A male, perhaps, speaking to someone else. With the elegance of a doe, the argentine she-wolf approaches the pair of creatures: one, a badly scarred male, and the other, a young raptor. Her heart melts immediately at the sight of the child, so lost and alone. She offers the unfamiliar tomcat a polite smile as a form of a silent greeting before kneeling down before the youth. "Bonjour, little one," she greets in the gentlest of voices. A radiant smile warms Imperia's lovely features as she gazes upon the raptor with steel grey eyes. "Do not be afraid--we are here to help you. My name is Imperia." Something about the petite canine's every aspect is soothing. The melodious sound of her lightly accented voice, the tender expression, her kind eyes. She wants others to feel at ease around her, to know that, at the very least, they are safe when she is around. Imperia glances up at Roman, encouraging him to introduce himself as well.
Brilliant silver eyes return to study the child before her, making note of the frightened posture and the rapid breathing. Perhaps the youth is lost? Separated from their family? Imperia is unsure if she can assist in finding lost loved ones at the moment, but she is committed to doing her best to make the youngling feel more at ease. "Are you hungry, ma cherie? I have some snacks if you would like?" The stunning silver wolf always carries food and water on her person, as well as basic first aid. She never knows when the Maker might guide her to someone in need of her assistance.
The young healer's suspicions are confirmed when she hears voices up ahead. Well, a voice. A male, perhaps, speaking to someone else. With the elegance of a doe, the argentine she-wolf approaches the pair of creatures: one, a badly scarred male, and the other, a young raptor. Her heart melts immediately at the sight of the child, so lost and alone. She offers the unfamiliar tomcat a polite smile as a form of a silent greeting before kneeling down before the youth. "Bonjour, little one," she greets in the gentlest of voices. A radiant smile warms Imperia's lovely features as she gazes upon the raptor with steel grey eyes. "Do not be afraid--we are here to help you. My name is Imperia." Something about the petite canine's every aspect is soothing. The melodious sound of her lightly accented voice, the tender expression, her kind eyes. She wants others to feel at ease around her, to know that, at the very least, they are safe when she is around. Imperia glances up at Roman, encouraging him to introduce himself as well.
Brilliant silver eyes return to study the child before her, making note of the frightened posture and the rapid breathing. Perhaps the youth is lost? Separated from their family? Imperia is unsure if she can assist in finding lost loved ones at the moment, but she is committed to doing her best to make the youngling feel more at ease. "Are you hungry, ma cherie? I have some snacks if you would like?" The stunning silver wolf always carries food and water on her person, as well as basic first aid. She never knows when the Maker might guide her to someone in need of her assistance.