06-16-2018, 02:34 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]"S'about goddamn time," hisses the huntress beneath her breath. Melantha is not pleased that she is not allowed to slaughter every single human who partook in forcing Snowbound from their home, but she does her best to conceal it for the sake of respecting Jacob's decision. "I can still bite them, right?" The tone is joking, but there is a murderous undertone. She hates the humans, there is no denying that. And there is no denying that she is of the opinion that the human group is small enough and Snowbound is powerful enough to kill all of them and then place the bodies in a fire or something to make it look like they died of something else. She glances briefly at the star-shaped scar on her shoulder where an arrow went clean through her flesh. It still burns with agony, even if it is just a memory. Melantha distracts herself by monitoring Jacob, watchful green eyes observing his mobility and health as the group moves into position. Hopefully all goes well.