[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Her heart thunders so loudly that Imperia is positive that it is going to burst out of her chest. But she is committed to drawing the bear's attention away from Moon, and she will maintain this threatening facade until it finally comes after her and she can sprint away just like every instinct passed down from her ancestors is telling her to do right now. Imperia, however, in all her good nature, did not take the time to consider just how foolish Moonmade can be. All she can do is watch as the lion charges down the tree and launches himself at the upset mother before bouncing harmlessly off of her and onto his back. She nearly looses her mind right there, but primal instincts take over and smartly keep her frozen in place before she can do anything dumber.
Those doll eyes, as Moon so lovingly called them, can only stare as the bear turns to face him and leans over him. And then, in a moment of what Peri interprets as divine intervention, the bear turns away and leaves with her child. Once they are out of sight, the petite she-wolf breathes a sigh of relief, seeming to sag as the courageous facade crumbles away and her delicate frame begins to tremble from all the fear she had been holding back. Big, watery tears well at the corners of her eyes like diamond as she sucks in a shaky breath. All is silent. Calm, calm, calm. She repeats this in her head like a mantra, hoping that if she says it to herself enough that it might actually happen.
Several moments pass before she finally composes herself, and when she does, she fixes Moon with a narrow gaze. She takes a small step forward, and then another. Her maw opens to say something, then all of a sudden, all that fear and anxiety manifests itself as a long-winded rant. "Moonmade! You are seriously the most foolish person I have ever met! Approaching a bear cub? Are you serious?! That bear could have killed you or torn you apart or worse--" What could be worse than being dismembered? Perish the thought. Not to mention that you are already injured. You not only endangered yourself and everyone around you! I'm so, so--" Peri cuts herself short. At this point, she has already closed the distance between herself and the lion and she now stands over him, looking very cross. But a moment passes and her features soften. Her brow is furrowed with concern and silver eyes still shine with emotion. "I-I apologize," she says with a sigh. "I do not know what came over me."
It's like Moon traded one mother bear for another, except Imperia is not known for getting upset. She's always passive, always timid, always kind. Perhaps there simply have not been enough occasions to truly display the extent of her caring nature. Who knew it also included emotionally-driven harangues? "Are you okay?" The she-wolf asks finally, looking him up and down to check for wound. "She didn't hurt you, did she?"
Those doll eyes, as Moon so lovingly called them, can only stare as the bear turns to face him and leans over him. And then, in a moment of what Peri interprets as divine intervention, the bear turns away and leaves with her child. Once they are out of sight, the petite she-wolf breathes a sigh of relief, seeming to sag as the courageous facade crumbles away and her delicate frame begins to tremble from all the fear she had been holding back. Big, watery tears well at the corners of her eyes like diamond as she sucks in a shaky breath. All is silent. Calm, calm, calm. She repeats this in her head like a mantra, hoping that if she says it to herself enough that it might actually happen.
Several moments pass before she finally composes herself, and when she does, she fixes Moon with a narrow gaze. She takes a small step forward, and then another. Her maw opens to say something, then all of a sudden, all that fear and anxiety manifests itself as a long-winded rant. "Moonmade! You are seriously the most foolish person I have ever met! Approaching a bear cub? Are you serious?! That bear could have killed you or torn you apart or worse--" What could be worse than being dismembered? Perish the thought. Not to mention that you are already injured. You not only endangered yourself and everyone around you! I'm so, so--" Peri cuts herself short. At this point, she has already closed the distance between herself and the lion and she now stands over him, looking very cross. But a moment passes and her features soften. Her brow is furrowed with concern and silver eyes still shine with emotion. "I-I apologize," she says with a sigh. "I do not know what came over me."
It's like Moon traded one mother bear for another, except Imperia is not known for getting upset. She's always passive, always timid, always kind. Perhaps there simply have not been enough occasions to truly display the extent of her caring nature. Who knew it also included emotionally-driven harangues? "Are you okay?" The she-wolf asks finally, looking him up and down to check for wound. "She didn't hurt you, did she?"