07-21-2018, 10:04 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]It is no secret that Imperia loves to wander. Four walls and a roof only serves to close her in and confine her. She has spent enough of her life trapped in the accursed cave with only her sickly mother and her cruel father for company. Granted, it was far better company than what could have been found outside. One horrible father is much preferred to a whole pack of bullies and antagonists. But it was imprisonment all the same. Shackled by fear and shame and anxiety, Imperia scarcely left the relative safety of that cave. After she ran away with the help of what she believes to be divine intervention, freedom never felt so good. Back in that prison of rock, she could scarcely walk six paces in any direction before bumping her nose on the cold stone. Imagine the overwhelming feeling of joy she experienced as she ran and ran through the mountains, and the mountains gradually changed to woods, which changed to plains.
Ever since that day, Imperia has found it difficult to remain in one place for long. She likes to pick flowers and study plants. Sometimes she will take a book and read by the stream, or she'll go out on a patrol to meet new people and welcome them into the Ascendants. Although she prefers the outdoors, Peri enjoys wandering through the buildings, too. She's been avoiding the Underground Complex for weeks now, and for obvious reasons. The thought of being trapped beneath tonnes of earth and rock does not sit well with her. But she's a curious creature by nature, and the explorer within her just could not resist any longer.
Calloused paws whisper across the tiled floor, each practiced step carrying the delicate creature deeper and deeper into the depths with the grace of a doe. She hums something soft and sweet to quell the anxiety; a tune her mother used to sing to her when Pierre was gone hunting. Poor Marguerite was too sickly and weak to do much, but while her body continued to fail, her voice was always beautiful. Whenever Peri sings, she feels as if her mother is right there with her. only ten minutes have passed when a voice drifts down the corridor, capturing her attention. It is not a beautiful voice by any means, but something about it is familiar...
She follows it to a random door amidst a whole row of doors. The voice is loud now, practically shouting. And she thinks she knows who it is. "Moon?" she asks as she pushes the door open and begins to step in. "What are you doing down here by yourself?" Someone could ask her the very same question, but at least she isn't staring at a wall in a dimly lit room.
Ever since that day, Imperia has found it difficult to remain in one place for long. She likes to pick flowers and study plants. Sometimes she will take a book and read by the stream, or she'll go out on a patrol to meet new people and welcome them into the Ascendants. Although she prefers the outdoors, Peri enjoys wandering through the buildings, too. She's been avoiding the Underground Complex for weeks now, and for obvious reasons. The thought of being trapped beneath tonnes of earth and rock does not sit well with her. But she's a curious creature by nature, and the explorer within her just could not resist any longer.
Calloused paws whisper across the tiled floor, each practiced step carrying the delicate creature deeper and deeper into the depths with the grace of a doe. She hums something soft and sweet to quell the anxiety; a tune her mother used to sing to her when Pierre was gone hunting. Poor Marguerite was too sickly and weak to do much, but while her body continued to fail, her voice was always beautiful. Whenever Peri sings, she feels as if her mother is right there with her. only ten minutes have passed when a voice drifts down the corridor, capturing her attention. It is not a beautiful voice by any means, but something about it is familiar...
She follows it to a random door amidst a whole row of doors. The voice is loud now, practically shouting. And she thinks she knows who it is. "Moon?" she asks as she pushes the door open and begins to step in. "What are you doing down here by yourself?" Someone could ask her the very same question, but at least she isn't staring at a wall in a dimly lit room.