07-28-2018, 06:34 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]It is hard to miss something like a dragon descending from the sky. The young she-wolf had been gathering herbs in the vast plains of the territory when she saw it; a massive shadow blanketing the entire area in darkness, if only for a second. Imperia is a flight animal. Though she is a wolf, she is better designed for running away than putting up a fight. But she is also honorable and dutiful. Terrifying as dragons sounds to a creature who had never seen one up close before, Peri is committed to her responsibility to the Ascendants. And that includes investigating those who venture onto the territory. So the girl sucks in a deep breath before sprinting off in the direction of the scaled beast.
"Mon dieu..." says the petite wolf beneath her breath as her lovely silver form emerges from the grasses. Sterling eyes observe the collapsed dragon with a mixture of concern and trepidation. "If you could find Shining or one of the halos, it would be very helpful," she glances over at Gabriel. Imperia has never healed any creature that was not a mammal, so she is a little nervous to take on a dragon all by herself.
The cleric redirects her attention to the unfamiliar dragon. "My name is Imperia," she introduces with a faint smile. "I can take care of your wounds, if that is alright with you. Might I ask your name and what happened?" If the patient is coherent enough to inform her of the extent of their injuries, it is always best to ask instead of navigating blindly.
"Mon dieu..." says the petite wolf beneath her breath as her lovely silver form emerges from the grasses. Sterling eyes observe the collapsed dragon with a mixture of concern and trepidation. "If you could find Shining or one of the halos, it would be very helpful," she glances over at Gabriel. Imperia has never healed any creature that was not a mammal, so she is a little nervous to take on a dragon all by herself.
The cleric redirects her attention to the unfamiliar dragon. "My name is Imperia," she introduces with a faint smile. "I can take care of your wounds, if that is alright with you. Might I ask your name and what happened?" If the patient is coherent enough to inform her of the extent of their injuries, it is always best to ask instead of navigating blindly.