07-14-2018, 07:11 PM
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Not once in her life has Imperia experienced the drive to seek someone out. Not by choice or lack of care for other individuals, but because her mother, Marguerite, is perhaps the only person on this entire planet who has ever really loved Peri. Her natal pack was filled with viscous, power-hungry predators who bullied the weak. And given Imperia's meek disposition, she was not very well liked. And as much as she adores living in the Ascendants' territory, the young she-wolf is not so stupid to believe that anyone here is her friend. A vast majority of them are kind and lovely people, but Peri is an outsider. She likes to think that Washington is her friend, but she can sense that his loyalties lie elsewhere. She wants to pretend that Suiteheart and Margaery and Bastille will embrace her into the unique family unit they have going on, but she is a stranger. No one would die for her here. No one would put their lives at risk to save her. It is in nature to be willing to give everything to help a person she barely even knows, but it is widely reciprocated. Imperia knows that she should be satisfied that, at the very least, people are nice here. It does not make her existence any less lonely, of course, but the girl does her best to remain chipper.
She commits herself to learning medicine and healing; devouring book after book before setting off into the plains to sketch plants into her journal. Peri is grateful to Rin for teaching her some new knowledge, for it filled in many of the gaps left by her mother's teachings. It was not enough, however. Trying to make friends while constantly feeling left on the outside can become quite disheartening, so Imperia tries to make more upsetting days better by painting, making flower crowns, or simply reading a fantasy novel. It is nice to escape to a make believe place every now and then. Less painful. She dreams of falling love, or simply finding a group of people who are willing to love and accept her. At least she has the Maker. She will guide Imperia in whatever direction is necessary to fulfill her duties on this planet. Peri is comforted that the Maker will always be there in the background, supporting her when no one else will.
As the petite canine emerges from within the barracks, what feels to be another's thoughts overrides her own, filling her mind with the instructions to head west. Why the sudden urge to travel to the outskirts of the territory? Why does she listen to such a strange phenomena? Imperia cannot say, but she makes sure she grabs her leather herb satchel before setting off to find..whatever it is she is supposed to find. Imperia is a pious creature, believing in something greater than herself, so perhaps that is why she does not falter from her path. Even after walking for what feels like ages through the unending expanse of emerald grass. A more cynical creature would be distrusting of a weird voice telling them what to do, but Peri is pure of heart and is inclined to believe that what she interprets as her goddess only possesses the best of intentions. Her belief is confirmed when the wind shifts, bringing with it the unmistakable scent of coppery blood. She wastes no time in making her approach, breaking into a graceful run as she crests a low hill. Sagacious silver eyes sweep over the horizon, searching for the origin. And then--she sees it.
"Mon dieu!" she exclaims in her native tongue as her dainty frame emerges from the tall grasses, angelic visage contorted with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Can you tell me about your injuries? How you received them? It will help me help you." It appears that the border collie is still somewhat conscious, so she wants to keep him talking and hopefully figured just what happened to him. "My name is Imperia--it is pertinent that you try to stay awake!" her voice is soft and sweet, but there is a nuance of urgency behind it. The lovely she-wolf crouches beside the stranger, fading sunlight refracting off of her beautiful pelt of gunmetal grey and various silvery hues. She briefly observes the scene as she reaches out to begin cleaning some of the blood from his face with a damp cloth, gaze falling upon the picture near his paws. "Is this your family in the picture?" Peri asks, hoping that it will be enough to keep him conscious while she works on his wounds. The she-wolf plans to avoid the worst injury on his hind leg until the male responds, for fear of misdiagnosing anything. But if he fails to give an answer, she knows she will have to do what she can even if she fears getting something wrong. Hopefully Rin will arrive to help her.
She commits herself to learning medicine and healing; devouring book after book before setting off into the plains to sketch plants into her journal. Peri is grateful to Rin for teaching her some new knowledge, for it filled in many of the gaps left by her mother's teachings. It was not enough, however. Trying to make friends while constantly feeling left on the outside can become quite disheartening, so Imperia tries to make more upsetting days better by painting, making flower crowns, or simply reading a fantasy novel. It is nice to escape to a make believe place every now and then. Less painful. She dreams of falling love, or simply finding a group of people who are willing to love and accept her. At least she has the Maker. She will guide Imperia in whatever direction is necessary to fulfill her duties on this planet. Peri is comforted that the Maker will always be there in the background, supporting her when no one else will.
As the petite canine emerges from within the barracks, what feels to be another's thoughts overrides her own, filling her mind with the instructions to head west. Why the sudden urge to travel to the outskirts of the territory? Why does she listen to such a strange phenomena? Imperia cannot say, but she makes sure she grabs her leather herb satchel before setting off to find..whatever it is she is supposed to find. Imperia is a pious creature, believing in something greater than herself, so perhaps that is why she does not falter from her path. Even after walking for what feels like ages through the unending expanse of emerald grass. A more cynical creature would be distrusting of a weird voice telling them what to do, but Peri is pure of heart and is inclined to believe that what she interprets as her goddess only possesses the best of intentions. Her belief is confirmed when the wind shifts, bringing with it the unmistakable scent of coppery blood. She wastes no time in making her approach, breaking into a graceful run as she crests a low hill. Sagacious silver eyes sweep over the horizon, searching for the origin. And then--she sees it.
"Mon dieu!" she exclaims in her native tongue as her dainty frame emerges from the tall grasses, angelic visage contorted with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Can you tell me about your injuries? How you received them? It will help me help you." It appears that the border collie is still somewhat conscious, so she wants to keep him talking and hopefully figured just what happened to him. "My name is Imperia--it is pertinent that you try to stay awake!" her voice is soft and sweet, but there is a nuance of urgency behind it. The lovely she-wolf crouches beside the stranger, fading sunlight refracting off of her beautiful pelt of gunmetal grey and various silvery hues. She briefly observes the scene as she reaches out to begin cleaning some of the blood from his face with a damp cloth, gaze falling upon the picture near his paws. "Is this your family in the picture?" Peri asks, hoping that it will be enough to keep him conscious while she works on his wounds. The she-wolf plans to avoid the worst injury on his hind leg until the male responds, for fear of misdiagnosing anything. But if he fails to give an answer, she knows she will have to do what she can even if she fears getting something wrong. Hopefully Rin will arrive to help her.