09-10-2018, 04:43 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Ah yes, the lock in. It is a time that Imperia does not particularly remember fondly. She remembers feeling...suffocated. Like all that exists is darkness and it was impossible to escape. Her consciousness turned off during that time; like someone pressed a switch and all her sentient thoughts disappeared, leaving only fear and primal instinct in their place. All sounds were drowned out by the incessant thundering of her heart, all thought disabled by the jumble of nonsensical urges to run and hide. All she wanted was to run, to be free. Imperia uses hate to describe things very sparingly, but she can safely say that she hates confinement. She longs for freedom, the freedom to roam as she pleases. To make matters worse, Moon was not by her side. He was gone, taken by the Typhoon, and unable to comfort her when she needed him most. Or maybe it was she who could not save him when he needed her most.
Imperia often regrets not being able to do more during that time. She regrets not helping those who needed her. She regrets not being present. She regrets not being able to control her emotions. A lot of people were let down because she could not remain in control. And she must now live with that knowledge.
The she-wolf remembers being vaguely aware of children who were locked in the basement. Prisoners from the Typhoon. It angered her, albeit briefly before her mind lost the ability to form a cohesive thought. Which is why she remains somewhat confused yet mostly upset when she happens upon the child at the border. In retrospect, she wishes that she could have helped him. "I do not recommend staying here for long, mon cheri," warns the halo as she approaches on silent paws. She does not think anyone will harm the youth, but Peri is not the sort who is willing to take that chance. "But I am sorry such a thing ever happened to you." a genuine expression of sadness mars the canine's lovely visage; her lips curving downwards and her large, doll-like eyes shining with emotion.
Imperia often regrets not being able to do more during that time. She regrets not helping those who needed her. She regrets not being present. She regrets not being able to control her emotions. A lot of people were let down because she could not remain in control. And she must now live with that knowledge.
The she-wolf remembers being vaguely aware of children who were locked in the basement. Prisoners from the Typhoon. It angered her, albeit briefly before her mind lost the ability to form a cohesive thought. Which is why she remains somewhat confused yet mostly upset when she happens upon the child at the border. In retrospect, she wishes that she could have helped him. "I do not recommend staying here for long, mon cheri," warns the halo as she approaches on silent paws. She does not think anyone will harm the youth, but Peri is not the sort who is willing to take that chance. "But I am sorry such a thing ever happened to you." a genuine expression of sadness mars the canine's lovely visage; her lips curving downwards and her large, doll-like eyes shining with emotion.