08-19-2018, 01:40 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Calloused paws ache from incessant pacing along the wall. Back and forth, back and forth. Were the floors composed of dirt instead of synthetic material, Imperia would have wore a trench into the laminated tile. Being trapped inside the Observatory in almost total darkness is the worst thing that could possibly have happened to her. It did not take very long for the panic to set it. The fear of being trapped. Confined. Locked in a room with no freedom to move, to explore. It was easier, all those days before. Back when all Imperia knew were the rough stone of the cave walls. They were always cold and damp and dark. But it was better, safer, than the harassment she would face outside. Marguerite fed her countless stories of adventure and romance, nourishing her daughter's mind with the promise of a better world. A happier life.
And once she got a taste of it, Imperia knew that she could not stand to go back. That is when she left. Guided by divine intervention and the devotion of a selfless mother, the lovely she-wolf found herself at the border of the Ascendants. She never really thought about how much she hated being confined until Peri found herself trapped in a room with Moonmade. It was stressful at first, but the handsome lion has a way of getting the cleric to unwind. His laughter soothes her, his smile warms her. When the lights went out in the observatory, however, the halo was not there to comfort her. He was somewhere else, trapped in some enemy clan forced to endure Maker knows what.
It took everything Imperia had not to lose her mind. Wrought with worry for her friend and plagued by anxiety from a life she thought she left behind, it was all the silver canine could do to think about something else. Counting and recounting the herbs, checking in on the children, monitoring the food stores. Although it was only a couple of days, it felt like weeks to the young female. Her heart ached for the comfort of her stone cottage and the company of her friends.
When the doors open, stunning everyone with a barrage of brilliant golden sunlight, Peri's body moves of it's own accord. Weary limbs tremble as they spur into a gallop, dashing from the looming interior of the observatory and into the wide open space of the outdoors. Immediately, shining sterling eyes sweep across the surrounding area, desperately searching for any sign of Moonmade. What she finds, however, are the not chiseled cheekbones of her close friend, but a column of blazing fire erupting from Versaillespalace. Imperia can hardly believe eyes. Is this real? An illusion? It is difficult to tell, for the mind plays tricks when shrouded in darkness. But they are outside! They are free! So this must be real...
Imperia stares; dumbfounded. "What...what was that?" she asks. Not exactly terrified, but a little startled. There is a nuance of curiosity in her tone. Intrigue. And perhaps a touch of concern, too. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" All thoughts of Moon have been put on the back-burner as the elegant she-wolf cautiously approaches Vera, inspecting the jaguar with the intensity of a scientist.
And once she got a taste of it, Imperia knew that she could not stand to go back. That is when she left. Guided by divine intervention and the devotion of a selfless mother, the lovely she-wolf found herself at the border of the Ascendants. She never really thought about how much she hated being confined until Peri found herself trapped in a room with Moonmade. It was stressful at first, but the handsome lion has a way of getting the cleric to unwind. His laughter soothes her, his smile warms her. When the lights went out in the observatory, however, the halo was not there to comfort her. He was somewhere else, trapped in some enemy clan forced to endure Maker knows what.
It took everything Imperia had not to lose her mind. Wrought with worry for her friend and plagued by anxiety from a life she thought she left behind, it was all the silver canine could do to think about something else. Counting and recounting the herbs, checking in on the children, monitoring the food stores. Although it was only a couple of days, it felt like weeks to the young female. Her heart ached for the comfort of her stone cottage and the company of her friends.
When the doors open, stunning everyone with a barrage of brilliant golden sunlight, Peri's body moves of it's own accord. Weary limbs tremble as they spur into a gallop, dashing from the looming interior of the observatory and into the wide open space of the outdoors. Immediately, shining sterling eyes sweep across the surrounding area, desperately searching for any sign of Moonmade. What she finds, however, are the not chiseled cheekbones of her close friend, but a column of blazing fire erupting from Versaillespalace. Imperia can hardly believe eyes. Is this real? An illusion? It is difficult to tell, for the mind plays tricks when shrouded in darkness. But they are outside! They are free! So this must be real...
Imperia stares; dumbfounded. "What...what was that?" she asks. Not exactly terrified, but a little startled. There is a nuance of curiosity in her tone. Intrigue. And perhaps a touch of concern, too. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" All thoughts of Moon have been put on the back-burner as the elegant she-wolf cautiously approaches Vera, inspecting the jaguar with the intensity of a scientist.