07-18-2018, 08:18 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Flowers tickled her nose with their sweet aromas as the silvery she-wolf tended to her garden. Aside from patrolling and hunting, caring for her plants is one of her most important responsibilities. Or perhaps it is her most precious and adored. For all her hard work and effort, Imperia stills finds herself an outsider among her new clanmates. It is not their fault, she knows, which is why she fills the emptiness with gardening. It brings with it a certain peace and fulfillment that comes from raising a plant from seed to adult. The outcome is, quite literally, the fruit of all her labor. And maybe it also reminds her that things do not last. Flowers grow and they die, only to return the next season. Same with relationships. They may become so strong, only to fall apart. Some never mend, while others repair themselves over time. Peri tries to keep this in mind when she feels especially alone. When it is time for her to make a friend, it will happen. She is not destined to be alone forever.
Kaboom!
The sound startles the creature, causing her to leap backwards and nearly trip over her own paws as sterling eyes lock on the massive cloud of ash and smoke. A rush of air surges over the rolling plains, stirring up leaves and dirt which pelt Imperia's sleek silver pelt. As fearful as Imperia is of unexpectedly loud noises, explosions, and conflict, there is no denying the urge to investigate when exactly the same situation as mentioned before occurs. Ignoring her fears, the petite creature breaks into a sprint as she races to inspect the cause of such an explosion. She spots someone up ahead. An armored figure. No, two of them. "Washington?" she calls as she draws nearer. The air smells acrid here. "What's going o--Washington?!" All her interest in the explosion disappears when the smilodon collapses. All the girl cares about now is her friend. "Wash? What's going on? Stay with me.." her soft voice is frantic, wrought with concern. Imperia skids to a stop beside the prone form of her friend, casting a glance upwards at the armored stranger; searching for answers. "Who are you? What happened to him?" It is not an accusatory line of questioning. From the tone of her voice and her anxious frown, Peri is merely concerned with the health and safety of Washington. She does not even stop to question why this person arrived with a bolt of lightning--at this point she is just assuming that the stranger is from Agent Washington's world.
Kaboom!
The sound startles the creature, causing her to leap backwards and nearly trip over her own paws as sterling eyes lock on the massive cloud of ash and smoke. A rush of air surges over the rolling plains, stirring up leaves and dirt which pelt Imperia's sleek silver pelt. As fearful as Imperia is of unexpectedly loud noises, explosions, and conflict, there is no denying the urge to investigate when exactly the same situation as mentioned before occurs. Ignoring her fears, the petite creature breaks into a sprint as she races to inspect the cause of such an explosion. She spots someone up ahead. An armored figure. No, two of them. "Washington?" she calls as she draws nearer. The air smells acrid here. "What's going o--Washington?!" All her interest in the explosion disappears when the smilodon collapses. All the girl cares about now is her friend. "Wash? What's going on? Stay with me.." her soft voice is frantic, wrought with concern. Imperia skids to a stop beside the prone form of her friend, casting a glance upwards at the armored stranger; searching for answers. "Who are you? What happened to him?" It is not an accusatory line of questioning. From the tone of her voice and her anxious frown, Peri is merely concerned with the health and safety of Washington. She does not even stop to question why this person arrived with a bolt of lightning--at this point she is just assuming that the stranger is from Agent Washington's world.