07-01-2018, 01:11 AM
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// since i was at a wedding on mel's birthday, this is a late celebration thread (even if she probably hasn't told anyone lmao). in this thread, she's a year old, but my baby girl actually turned 5 years old as I first started roleplaying her on June 24, 2013
Not quite the celebrating type, it is no surprise that Melantha failed to inform any of her clanmates that her birthday is this month. The solitary creature prefers to keep out of the spotlight, and if anyone knew that her birthday is today, Melantha knows that she would know no peace. Sometimes the people of Snowbound are too friendly and warm for her tastes. They might make her feel too loved. And if she feels too loved, she might start thinking about home and her brothers and sisters and mother and father. And if that happens, well, Mel does not believe she will be able to refrain from breaking into tears. The young female wants to avoid opening up the well of homesickness. It's a weakness, her weakness. Even if her clanmates are the closest thing she has to a family now, Mel does not trust that none of them will exploit her emotions in some manner; so she buries them and hides from the world. Getting close to people is basically a death sentence. That is how she perceives it, at least.
Melantha may not be throwing a big party showcasing that she successfully lived a full year, but she does treat herself. The mountain lioness wakes up at sunrise, not before dawn like she usually does (she even smiles that cheesy smile everyone always makes in the movies). Instead of raw meat torn from the two-day old elk carcass she stashes in the chilled cellar, Mel takes the time to sit down and cook a fresh meal. She seasons it just how she observed Jacob doing one time—his version is far better than any method she could have come up with on her own. Then she bathes; lathering her sleek fur in soaps made from organic ingredients. Mel emerges from her home smelling of lavender and citrus. Next on her list is to pick out a new book to read. The novel she chooses from her ever-growing pile is yet another soapy romantic drama, but with murder this time. And maybe a bit of mystery. Satisfied, the wildcat quietly exits her house, locks the door, and heads outside the village to a cute meadow beside a stream. The air is still cold, but there is enough sun to sustain some wildflowers—something that pleases Melantha immensely. She loves flowers and romance and pretty scents, although she tends to conceal these things quite well. Not today, however, she is indulging herself. And there is nothing like reading a sappy romance novel in a creekside meadow surrounded by flowers while smelling like flowers, too.
"Happy birthday to me," she murmurs to herself quietly as she opens the book to the first page. Melantha does not intend on moving for at least two hours, if she can help it.
Not quite the celebrating type, it is no surprise that Melantha failed to inform any of her clanmates that her birthday is this month. The solitary creature prefers to keep out of the spotlight, and if anyone knew that her birthday is today, Melantha knows that she would know no peace. Sometimes the people of Snowbound are too friendly and warm for her tastes. They might make her feel too loved. And if she feels too loved, she might start thinking about home and her brothers and sisters and mother and father. And if that happens, well, Mel does not believe she will be able to refrain from breaking into tears. The young female wants to avoid opening up the well of homesickness. It's a weakness, her weakness. Even if her clanmates are the closest thing she has to a family now, Mel does not trust that none of them will exploit her emotions in some manner; so she buries them and hides from the world. Getting close to people is basically a death sentence. That is how she perceives it, at least.
Melantha may not be throwing a big party showcasing that she successfully lived a full year, but she does treat herself. The mountain lioness wakes up at sunrise, not before dawn like she usually does (she even smiles that cheesy smile everyone always makes in the movies). Instead of raw meat torn from the two-day old elk carcass she stashes in the chilled cellar, Mel takes the time to sit down and cook a fresh meal. She seasons it just how she observed Jacob doing one time—his version is far better than any method she could have come up with on her own. Then she bathes; lathering her sleek fur in soaps made from organic ingredients. Mel emerges from her home smelling of lavender and citrus. Next on her list is to pick out a new book to read. The novel she chooses from her ever-growing pile is yet another soapy romantic drama, but with murder this time. And maybe a bit of mystery. Satisfied, the wildcat quietly exits her house, locks the door, and heads outside the village to a cute meadow beside a stream. The air is still cold, but there is enough sun to sustain some wildflowers—something that pleases Melantha immensely. She loves flowers and romance and pretty scents, although she tends to conceal these things quite well. Not today, however, she is indulging herself. And there is nothing like reading a sappy romance novel in a creekside meadow surrounded by flowers while smelling like flowers, too.
"Happy birthday to me," she murmurs to herself quietly as she opens the book to the first page. Melantha does not intend on moving for at least two hours, if she can help it.