07-22-2018, 08:26 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Yes, there are quite a few things about Imperia which can only be known through observation. But she makes herself so small, her voice so quiet, that very few people ever notice. Maybe that is her own fault. Her fear of suffering at the paws of clanmates once more has closed her off to the point when she oftentimes goes unseen. It is a lonely existence, but it is safe. One of these days she knows that she will have to overcome her fears, but it takes a lot of time and effort to reverse the effects of trauma. She is horribly shy by nature, and the harassment she endured as a pup only exaggerated the condition. Even so, she is kind and friendly to everyone she meets. Which is more than what many people can claim about themselves.
The corners of black lips twist upwards into a sheepish smile, argent eyes peeking up at Moon once more beneath the cover of dark lashes. She is a little scared of what might come out of his mouth--and rightfully so. Although the choice between given either Gabriel or Moon a mud message is strange enough to discomfort the innocent she-wolf, it is not nearly as bad as what she imagined he might say. Thank the Maker. "You, I suppose. We already had to do it to Gabriel," she replies with a subtle shrug, her decision almost painfully pure. Imperia does not seem to have noticed the suggestiveness in his tone. She notices a change, but Peri is not well-versed when it comes to sarcasm and joking that she tends to just lump it all into one. So now it's her turn to come up with one? Imperia thinks for a moment, a crease forming between thoughtfully furrowed brows. "Would you rather...lose a limb or lose an eye? Tail is not included." Is that morbid? Peri doesn't think so. She actually thinks a lot about what body parts are most expendable and makes plans for how she would accommodate such a handicap.
It seems that almost everyone she has met appreciates her tendency to carry snacks on her person at all times. Indeed, it has definitely come in handy. Especially with the Freelancers like Agent Carolina and Agent Washington. She remembers the first time she met Washington--he was staring in disgust at a raw peace of meat. For some reason, that entire group does not seem to be able to stomach the action of consuming raw flesh, so Peri has gone out of her way to cook them meals at least twice a week.
Imperia seems to blush at Moon's comments, head ducking shyly. She does not know what to do with herself or how to respond. She is so used to being ignored or overlooked that direct compliments tend to make her uncomfortable. She enjoys them, she just doesn't understand them. Thankfully, Moon did not so much directly compliment her as he did spin it into a joke. Which is good, because his humor calms her. She even laughs--soft and melodious. "I promise there are no nefarious schemes, I just like making sure I'm always prepared to help someone out." She glances away, as if gathering courage, before meeting his gaze once more and adds, "I don't think anyone would want to eat you, anyways." There it is. A smirk. A teasing glimmer in those big, beautiful eyes. It is gone as soon as it arrives, but it definitely happened.
The corners of black lips twist upwards into a sheepish smile, argent eyes peeking up at Moon once more beneath the cover of dark lashes. She is a little scared of what might come out of his mouth--and rightfully so. Although the choice between given either Gabriel or Moon a mud message is strange enough to discomfort the innocent she-wolf, it is not nearly as bad as what she imagined he might say. Thank the Maker. "You, I suppose. We already had to do it to Gabriel," she replies with a subtle shrug, her decision almost painfully pure. Imperia does not seem to have noticed the suggestiveness in his tone. She notices a change, but Peri is not well-versed when it comes to sarcasm and joking that she tends to just lump it all into one. So now it's her turn to come up with one? Imperia thinks for a moment, a crease forming between thoughtfully furrowed brows. "Would you rather...lose a limb or lose an eye? Tail is not included." Is that morbid? Peri doesn't think so. She actually thinks a lot about what body parts are most expendable and makes plans for how she would accommodate such a handicap.
It seems that almost everyone she has met appreciates her tendency to carry snacks on her person at all times. Indeed, it has definitely come in handy. Especially with the Freelancers like Agent Carolina and Agent Washington. She remembers the first time she met Washington--he was staring in disgust at a raw peace of meat. For some reason, that entire group does not seem to be able to stomach the action of consuming raw flesh, so Peri has gone out of her way to cook them meals at least twice a week.
Imperia seems to blush at Moon's comments, head ducking shyly. She does not know what to do with herself or how to respond. She is so used to being ignored or overlooked that direct compliments tend to make her uncomfortable. She enjoys them, she just doesn't understand them. Thankfully, Moon did not so much directly compliment her as he did spin it into a joke. Which is good, because his humor calms her. She even laughs--soft and melodious. "I promise there are no nefarious schemes, I just like making sure I'm always prepared to help someone out." She glances away, as if gathering courage, before meeting his gaze once more and adds, "I don't think anyone would want to eat you, anyways." There it is. A smirk. A teasing glimmer in those big, beautiful eyes. It is gone as soon as it arrives, but it definitely happened.