05-28-2018, 04:11 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"]Like Lucifer, Melantha is not very fond of social interaction. She is prone to disappearing for several days on spontaneous "hunting trips" which are more like much needed mental health days. As much as she loves it here in Snowbound, all the social responsibilities really takes a toll on her mind and body. The young huntress is returning from one of her longer hiatuses, but the change is clear in how much lighter her step seems to be. The girl walks with purpose, and maybe even a bit of happiness. The flowers are gorgeous. The smells are tantalizing. Melantha claims not to have any particularly strong feelings regarding the weather, but there is no denying the beauty of spring. She wishes it could be spring every single day. Unfortunately, nature needs winter to prepare for spring. That is simply how life works up in the tundra.
"You have done a wonderful job, London," compliments the mountain lioness in an oddly outgoing mood. Perhaps Mel isn't grumpy at all and it was just the winter chill which dulled her personality. Hopefully that is the truth. A ghost of a smile tugs upon her lips as the young female admires some native wildflowers, gazing upon them with dreamy olive orbs. She wonders what her family is doing at this time of year. She wonders if they miss her, or if her impact upon them was just as sweet yet just as fleeting as the springtime flowers.
"You have done a wonderful job, London," compliments the mountain lioness in an oddly outgoing mood. Perhaps Mel isn't grumpy at all and it was just the winter chill which dulled her personality. Hopefully that is the truth. A ghost of a smile tugs upon her lips as the young female admires some native wildflowers, gazing upon them with dreamy olive orbs. She wonders what her family is doing at this time of year. She wonders if they miss her, or if her impact upon them was just as sweet yet just as fleeting as the springtime flowers.