06-06-2018, 12:21 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Melantha hates this. She hates the humans and how they always ruin everything. Maybe not always on purpose, but their mere presence generally means bad things will happen. And she hates change. She hates that just as she finally felt as if she belonged in Snowbound, she is forced to move somewhere new. There a lot of things occurring which fills the young huntress with resentment, but she does her best to ignore it in favor of doing what is right for her clan. Mel refuses to risk Jacob being disappointed in her. Well, that what she tells herself. In truth, she is filled with a strong obligation to serve and protect Snowbound, somewhat against her will.
Chiseled muscles ripple beneath a sleek pelt as the solitary predator approaches the Chief. The hunger is beginning to show in the way her ribs protrude ever so slightly. Mel is a successful huntress time and time again, even in the face of the food shortage, but she gives most of her kills to the young, old, and disabled. She can survive longer without sustenance than they can. Pallid olive eyes sweep over the area, observing all the baskets and the supplies with subdued interest. "I can help out," she states. "I will be making trips back here to scout out the humans' movement and assist any newcomers unaware of all the changes." And to slaughter the feral bastards who dare to lay a claw on her clanmates. But Mel does not say this. Probably best not to let her more...murderous intentions show and instead display the honorable hero that people need to see. Being responsible is such a killjoy.
Chiseled muscles ripple beneath a sleek pelt as the solitary predator approaches the Chief. The hunger is beginning to show in the way her ribs protrude ever so slightly. Mel is a successful huntress time and time again, even in the face of the food shortage, but she gives most of her kills to the young, old, and disabled. She can survive longer without sustenance than they can. Pallid olive eyes sweep over the area, observing all the baskets and the supplies with subdued interest. "I can help out," she states. "I will be making trips back here to scout out the humans' movement and assist any newcomers unaware of all the changes." And to slaughter the feral bastards who dare to lay a claw on her clanmates. But Mel does not say this. Probably best not to let her more...murderous intentions show and instead display the honorable hero that people need to see. Being responsible is such a killjoy.