05-04-2018, 07:27 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]True, it is not her appearance that is strange. In a world of monsters and mythical beings, a strikingly alabaster doe is nothing shocking. Not in the least. Her pelt might shine like diamonds scattered in freshly fallen snow and her eyes might resemble silver dollars, but compared to dragons and vividly colored creatures, she falls short of amazing. Of course, beauty and shock-factor is not a competition. It certainly matters not to the dainty creature, for all she desires is to find somewhere safe. Silver blood drip, drip, drips ever so slowly down her lithe figure. Bullet wounds and claw marks. The final parting gift from people who used to love and revere the forest fae. Thankfully this body is more resilient than the average doe, lest she might now be mounted on the wall of a hunter. Those large, argentium eyes seem to mourn the loss of her people. Screams of the dying echo in her mind. Images of slaughtered friends and family burned on the back of her eyes. But she will not cry. Not yet, not now.
Emotionally compromised though she may be, the doe is not unaware to the approach of another. Rather than cringing away or fleeing, she freezes as soon as she detects the stranger. Most people perceive the deer-in-the-headlights reaction as a lack of intelligence or awareness, but the fact of the matter is that most predators respond to movement. There is a reason why people say to never run away from a bear. Otherworldly platinum grey eyes lock on the gold-striped tigress. It is clear that the doe is startled, but she manages not to yelp or cry out. Such a reaction would have been terribly embarrassing. She might have died from shame, then and there.
"That--that's good to hear," she stammers with a shy smile, swishing her little white tail behind her so to expel the nervous energy. Impossibly long eyelashes flutter as the timid creature observes the stranger who came to greet her. "My name is Imperia. Imperia Arceneau." Not that her people ever carried last names, but that was the surname of their patron family, the ones who guarded the magical lands from outsiders. It's a little thing that only she can possibly notice, for it is but a faint nod in acknowledgement to the past she is now leaving behind. She can never go back. Now that the initial fright has passed, the lovely albino doe speaks with a little more confidence. The smile she wore before is a little less fragile. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Eternal," she continues, bowing her head in a respectful nod.
Emotionally compromised though she may be, the doe is not unaware to the approach of another. Rather than cringing away or fleeing, she freezes as soon as she detects the stranger. Most people perceive the deer-in-the-headlights reaction as a lack of intelligence or awareness, but the fact of the matter is that most predators respond to movement. There is a reason why people say to never run away from a bear. Otherworldly platinum grey eyes lock on the gold-striped tigress. It is clear that the doe is startled, but she manages not to yelp or cry out. Such a reaction would have been terribly embarrassing. She might have died from shame, then and there.
"That--that's good to hear," she stammers with a shy smile, swishing her little white tail behind her so to expel the nervous energy. Impossibly long eyelashes flutter as the timid creature observes the stranger who came to greet her. "My name is Imperia. Imperia Arceneau." Not that her people ever carried last names, but that was the surname of their patron family, the ones who guarded the magical lands from outsiders. It's a little thing that only she can possibly notice, for it is but a faint nod in acknowledgement to the past she is now leaving behind. She can never go back. Now that the initial fright has passed, the lovely albino doe speaks with a little more confidence. The smile she wore before is a little less fragile. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Eternal," she continues, bowing her head in a respectful nod.