08-26-2018, 11:53 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]"Wolf?" repeats a softly spoken voice. "Interesting name."
A soft smile accompanies the intrigued comment as a sleek figure emerges from the sea of grass. A vision forged from sterling silver and gunmetal grey, Imperia is graceful in movement and elegant in appearance. Though a wolf, the creature carries with her an air of meekness: large, doll-like silver eyes peering out from beneath thick lashes and a feeling that she remains unaware of how uncanny she moves; slender limbs move with practiced precision, each step tender and delicate so to create an impression that she glides across the land like a specter.
A pungent aroma of herbs and roots overpowers the lovely she-wolf's natural scent of citrus and lavender, emanating from the leather satchel strapped across her torso. A medic, though no longer in possession of any official title or rank.
Sagacious eyes the color of moonlight trace old scars and chiseled muscles, drinking in the sight of a ferocious yet subdued beast. "Bienvenue--Welcome to the Ascendants, Monsieur." She stands now to the side of Moonmade, touching her tail lightly against his flank in silent greeting. The gentle lady remains focused on the newcomer--attentive. Briefly, she wonders what brings the stoic stranger to their borders, but it is not in her nature to pry more information that what is given. Unless, of course, persistence is necessary. "My name is Imperia Arceneau. You are more than welcome to join us in our home." Though wary of strangers, Peri takes it upon herself to comport herself in a manner which makes people feel as if they belong.
A soft smile accompanies the intrigued comment as a sleek figure emerges from the sea of grass. A vision forged from sterling silver and gunmetal grey, Imperia is graceful in movement and elegant in appearance. Though a wolf, the creature carries with her an air of meekness: large, doll-like silver eyes peering out from beneath thick lashes and a feeling that she remains unaware of how uncanny she moves; slender limbs move with practiced precision, each step tender and delicate so to create an impression that she glides across the land like a specter.
A pungent aroma of herbs and roots overpowers the lovely she-wolf's natural scent of citrus and lavender, emanating from the leather satchel strapped across her torso. A medic, though no longer in possession of any official title or rank.
Sagacious eyes the color of moonlight trace old scars and chiseled muscles, drinking in the sight of a ferocious yet subdued beast. "Bienvenue--Welcome to the Ascendants, Monsieur." She stands now to the side of Moonmade, touching her tail lightly against his flank in silent greeting. The gentle lady remains focused on the newcomer--attentive. Briefly, she wonders what brings the stoic stranger to their borders, but it is not in her nature to pry more information that what is given. Unless, of course, persistence is necessary. "My name is Imperia Arceneau. You are more than welcome to join us in our home." Though wary of strangers, Peri takes it upon herself to comport herself in a manner which makes people feel as if they belong.