07-22-2018, 06:46 PM
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There is a reason why Imperia is so willing to forgive. Maybe not forget, but she does forgive. The she-wolf believes that very few people on this planet are born completely good or bad. Every good person has the capability to do something bad, even if they have twisted intentions. And every bad person has the capability to do something good. She is wise enough to realize that the world is not black and white. It is filled with blurred lines. Some situations cannot be generalized, and it is necessary to observe and react to each one individually. Sapient beings are complex creatures. It is impossible to predict every action or filter every word. Emotions are just as motivating as physical things, and instincts are even more powerful. Imperia is the sort of person willing to believe that everything is not always what it seems, and goes out of her way to see the good in everyone. Life is so much more dark and depressing if you spend too much time focusing on all the negatives.
She follows his gaze, trying to overcome her shyness and to simply be comfortable in the presence as someone who could quite possibly be one of her limited number of friends. "Strange?" she repeats with a curious tilt of her head. Imperia has never donned anything other than her fur, the pendant that hangs from her neck, and her leather satchel for herbs. It is a strange concept to her to wear something like armor all day, every day. Like a prison. Peri shivers at the thought. She is not fond of confined spaces. "I understand that armor is supposed to be for defense, but it must get so lonely. You know, to constantly have a barrier between you and the outside world..." Imperia drifts off. She is thinking about her time in the cave, where she had a choice between entrapment within oppressive stone walls or freedom to move at the expense of incessant bullying. At the time, her fears compelled her to hide away in that horrible, damp-smelling cave for much of her early life. In retrospect, she wishes she dealt with the harassment in exchange for clean, fresh air.
Suddenly, her mind snaps back to reality and she becomes painfully aware that she just projected her own anxieties onto Washington. "Erm, sorry if I overstepped," she apologizes, bowing her head low. She knows that some people do not appreciate it when she brings up more personal topics, and she feels incredibly rude for doing such a thing to Wash. Peri knows better. He has made it clear on several instances that he does not wish to divulge any personal information.
Imperia tries to distract herself by focusing on his comments about the food. The pretty she-wolf shrugs, and offers him a consoling smile. "You probably could if you want to become horrifically malnourished," Peri replies. There is a glimmer of amusement shining within those brilliant silver eyes. "And, yes, I know how to cook. How do you think I made that jerky?" For someone who comports himself with a know-it-all demeanor, Washington tends to respond quite innocently to new things that he discovers about this world. It is kind of adorable, even if he is a massive felid capable of ripping her to shreds if he really wanted to.
Silver eyes watch with interest as he carefully cleans the pieces of his armor, admiring the otherworldly craftsmanship. She wonders again about where he comes from. But before she has a chance to ask, Washington is already answering her earlier queries about his armor. While she does not write anything down, it is clear from the intrigued expression on her face and the thoughtful glimmer in her eye that Imperia is making mental notes, permanently transcribing the information into memory so that she may put it down on paper later. "Fascinating," she gushes, an eager smile tugging at her lips. Peri loves to learn. "You mentioned bullets? Are those some sort of projectile?" If Wash won't directly tell her about his world, the scholarly creature intends to squeeze whatever information she can get out of him. Not for any evil reasons, or anything, but simply because she is curious.
There is a reason why Imperia is so willing to forgive. Maybe not forget, but she does forgive. The she-wolf believes that very few people on this planet are born completely good or bad. Every good person has the capability to do something bad, even if they have twisted intentions. And every bad person has the capability to do something good. She is wise enough to realize that the world is not black and white. It is filled with blurred lines. Some situations cannot be generalized, and it is necessary to observe and react to each one individually. Sapient beings are complex creatures. It is impossible to predict every action or filter every word. Emotions are just as motivating as physical things, and instincts are even more powerful. Imperia is the sort of person willing to believe that everything is not always what it seems, and goes out of her way to see the good in everyone. Life is so much more dark and depressing if you spend too much time focusing on all the negatives.
She follows his gaze, trying to overcome her shyness and to simply be comfortable in the presence as someone who could quite possibly be one of her limited number of friends. "Strange?" she repeats with a curious tilt of her head. Imperia has never donned anything other than her fur, the pendant that hangs from her neck, and her leather satchel for herbs. It is a strange concept to her to wear something like armor all day, every day. Like a prison. Peri shivers at the thought. She is not fond of confined spaces. "I understand that armor is supposed to be for defense, but it must get so lonely. You know, to constantly have a barrier between you and the outside world..." Imperia drifts off. She is thinking about her time in the cave, where she had a choice between entrapment within oppressive stone walls or freedom to move at the expense of incessant bullying. At the time, her fears compelled her to hide away in that horrible, damp-smelling cave for much of her early life. In retrospect, she wishes she dealt with the harassment in exchange for clean, fresh air.
Suddenly, her mind snaps back to reality and she becomes painfully aware that she just projected her own anxieties onto Washington. "Erm, sorry if I overstepped," she apologizes, bowing her head low. She knows that some people do not appreciate it when she brings up more personal topics, and she feels incredibly rude for doing such a thing to Wash. Peri knows better. He has made it clear on several instances that he does not wish to divulge any personal information.
Imperia tries to distract herself by focusing on his comments about the food. The pretty she-wolf shrugs, and offers him a consoling smile. "You probably could if you want to become horrifically malnourished," Peri replies. There is a glimmer of amusement shining within those brilliant silver eyes. "And, yes, I know how to cook. How do you think I made that jerky?" For someone who comports himself with a know-it-all demeanor, Washington tends to respond quite innocently to new things that he discovers about this world. It is kind of adorable, even if he is a massive felid capable of ripping her to shreds if he really wanted to.
Silver eyes watch with interest as he carefully cleans the pieces of his armor, admiring the otherworldly craftsmanship. She wonders again about where he comes from. But before she has a chance to ask, Washington is already answering her earlier queries about his armor. While she does not write anything down, it is clear from the intrigued expression on her face and the thoughtful glimmer in her eye that Imperia is making mental notes, permanently transcribing the information into memory so that she may put it down on paper later. "Fascinating," she gushes, an eager smile tugging at her lips. Peri loves to learn. "You mentioned bullets? Are those some sort of projectile?" If Wash won't directly tell her about his world, the scholarly creature intends to squeeze whatever information she can get out of him. Not for any evil reasons, or anything, but simply because she is curious.