07-26-2018, 12:13 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]If asked, Imperia will say that it is the Maker who brought her to this place. She followed something that was a little more than a feeling, but not exactly a driving force either. It was like a string had been tied to her chest, and it gently tugged and tugged at her until her paws started moving in the right direction. She will also claim that her goddess is responsible for the prime conditions which allowed Imperia to escape her natal pack without any harm. But the girl does not offer up this sort of information to most people. It is not hard to gather that many people are not fond of believing in a higher power, much less the idea of devoting themselves to one. Religion is a tricky subject. Faith, as well. Peri prefers to keep her beliefs to herself so to avoid any unnecessary conflict in beliefs.
On this occasion, it is not divine intervention but restlessness which puts Imperia in the right place at the right time in order to spot a stranger on the border. The girl is the sort who wanders. Whether spurred on by duties or simply a case of wanderlust, the young female can often be spotted roaming the vast rolling plains of the Ascendants' territory. In her defense, it is hard to stay put when one lives in a place this beautiful. Is it so bad that all she wants is to enjoy the scenery and possibly meet some new folks in the process?
Curious, Imperia approaches silently behind Suiteheart. Luminous sterling steel eyes sweep over the unique appearance of the large feline, but her gaze lingers on something else. The unknown female's aura is...grey. She is anxious about something. Or stressed, perhaps? Peri still finds it strange that she can see the colors of people's emotions, but it is just another gift from the Maker. One she nearly drowned to receive and was severely concussed afterwards. A friendly smile dances upon the silver she-wolf's lovely visage. "Bonjour," greets the cleric in a pleasant voice. "My name is Imperia. Welcome to the Ascendants."
On this occasion, it is not divine intervention but restlessness which puts Imperia in the right place at the right time in order to spot a stranger on the border. The girl is the sort who wanders. Whether spurred on by duties or simply a case of wanderlust, the young female can often be spotted roaming the vast rolling plains of the Ascendants' territory. In her defense, it is hard to stay put when one lives in a place this beautiful. Is it so bad that all she wants is to enjoy the scenery and possibly meet some new folks in the process?
Curious, Imperia approaches silently behind Suiteheart. Luminous sterling steel eyes sweep over the unique appearance of the large feline, but her gaze lingers on something else. The unknown female's aura is...grey. She is anxious about something. Or stressed, perhaps? Peri still finds it strange that she can see the colors of people's emotions, but it is just another gift from the Maker. One she nearly drowned to receive and was severely concussed afterwards. A friendly smile dances upon the silver she-wolf's lovely visage. "Bonjour," greets the cleric in a pleasant voice. "My name is Imperia. Welcome to the Ascendants."