07-13-2018, 04:42 PM
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Fear of rebuke is a phenomena which is all too familiar to Miss Imperia. She lived the majority of her life fearing Pierre's wrath. Did she stutter? Did she disappoint him? Was she too slow? Is his food prepared correctly? There was a mental checklist she needed to go down before she could even remotely relax. Imperia is not a physically strong creature, and she does not have much of a stomach for fighting, so she was a disappointment from the beginning; but if she could at least please her father by achieving everything else, perhaps he would not be so angry all the time. But she could never truly make him happy, so she was punished for it. Her mother tried to help as much as she could but Peri would rather take the blows herself than subject her sickly mother to even more suffering. The willingness to sacrifice oneself for the sake of another is a strength often overlooked by others. Maybe if Pierre recognized the power of Imperia's soul, he would not be so angry all the time. Unfortunately, her father and the rest of her pack only perceived strength as the ability to take a life, not save it. And Peri suffered dearly for her commitment to doing good unto others.
The first month or so after her liberation from the oppression of her natal pack was difficult. She feared the wrath of strangers; speaking quietly, stumbling over her words, too nervous to make eye contact. Thankfully the Maker found her in time, making Herself known to the timid creature before she succumbed to her personal demons. The Maker showed opened Imperia's mind to the strength of her own heart, assisting her discovery of her true purpose: to help people in need. The surest way to heal her own scars is not to cringe away in defense, but to help others heal--she knows this now. No one ever saved the world by hiding.
"It is wonderful to meet you, Jayden," replies Imperia kindly, her melodious voice ringing with the genuine warmth of a person who cares. It is not hard to overlook the alabaster wolf's stuttering words and submissive posture--she recognizes herself in him, and it warms her heart to his plight. "There is no need to be afraid, mon ami," she reassures with a smile. "As Washington said, we shall not harm you." Sterling steel eyes flicker over to observe the armored wildcat beside her and offers him a smile. She wonders, briefly, of what keeps Wash from opening up to others. Why the armor? The ranks? The secrets kept between him and the rest of the Agents? Imperia knows of no wars, no reason to resist integration into the community. It makes her a little sad that he is so resistant to her friendship. Yes, she noticed. Peri is naive and optimistic, not stupid. It is nigh impossible to miss the barrier he places between himself and others, with the exception of Carolina and his comrades. And perhaps it makes her a little envious. Withheld friendship is not new to her, however.
Ignoring her more selfish train of thought, Imperia redirects her attention to Jayden. What a beautiful name, she thinks. So, the poor soul does not know where he is or why he is here...that is horrible. Must be terribly stressful to not even know your own self. "It sounds to me that you have amnesia..." Peri thinks aloud, cocking her head thoughtfully to the side. "Does your head ache? Any dizziness or nausea?" Usually memory loss is associated to a concussion, so the she-wolf just wants to be sure that Jayden did not receive any dangerous head injuries.
The first month or so after her liberation from the oppression of her natal pack was difficult. She feared the wrath of strangers; speaking quietly, stumbling over her words, too nervous to make eye contact. Thankfully the Maker found her in time, making Herself known to the timid creature before she succumbed to her personal demons. The Maker showed opened Imperia's mind to the strength of her own heart, assisting her discovery of her true purpose: to help people in need. The surest way to heal her own scars is not to cringe away in defense, but to help others heal--she knows this now. No one ever saved the world by hiding.
"It is wonderful to meet you, Jayden," replies Imperia kindly, her melodious voice ringing with the genuine warmth of a person who cares. It is not hard to overlook the alabaster wolf's stuttering words and submissive posture--she recognizes herself in him, and it warms her heart to his plight. "There is no need to be afraid, mon ami," she reassures with a smile. "As Washington said, we shall not harm you." Sterling steel eyes flicker over to observe the armored wildcat beside her and offers him a smile. She wonders, briefly, of what keeps Wash from opening up to others. Why the armor? The ranks? The secrets kept between him and the rest of the Agents? Imperia knows of no wars, no reason to resist integration into the community. It makes her a little sad that he is so resistant to her friendship. Yes, she noticed. Peri is naive and optimistic, not stupid. It is nigh impossible to miss the barrier he places between himself and others, with the exception of Carolina and his comrades. And perhaps it makes her a little envious. Withheld friendship is not new to her, however.
Ignoring her more selfish train of thought, Imperia redirects her attention to Jayden. What a beautiful name, she thinks. So, the poor soul does not know where he is or why he is here...that is horrible. Must be terribly stressful to not even know your own self. "It sounds to me that you have amnesia..." Peri thinks aloud, cocking her head thoughtfully to the side. "Does your head ache? Any dizziness or nausea?" Usually memory loss is associated to a concussion, so the she-wolf just wants to be sure that Jayden did not receive any dangerous head injuries.