06-17-2018, 11:18 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Did no one else have a problem with this? A random stranger casually strolling up to their front door like it's no big deal? Sure, he is freezing his ass off, but that isn't any of the Snowbounder's fault. Dumbass should have brought a blanket or something. Hypothermia as the price for stupid decision-making does not excuse trespassing. She wants to voice her concerns. Poisonous words balance at the tip of her tongue. It takes a great amount of willpower to bite them back, for it would not reflect well upon her character to speak such things to people who are clearly more trusting and liberal-minded than she. Besides, she needs to resist falling prey to her paranoid thoughts. Snowbound is a place for her to heal, not devolve into her survival habits.
Instead, she decides to contribute helpfully to the interaction: "I don't think we can give canines chocolate." Mel nearly said nothing, but upon noticing that Atbash started to leave, she figured it might be something to consider when trying to be hospitable to a freezing newcomer. Not that Mel would care much, but she thinks it might reflect poorly upon Snowbound if they accidentally poisoned someone. Then again, there are many creatures in this world who do not fit the bill of "normal" like Melantha does. There bodies are different, they possess supernatural abilities, or they might be supernatural themselves. Being perfectly average in nearly all aspects has led Mel to embrace her natural-born behaviors. Lukewarm liquids and raw meat dominated her diet with the occasional dabbling in cooked meals. Deviating too far from the norm gives her indigestion, but sometimes she cannot bring herself to deny a snack--especially if Jacob makes it.
Finally, the lithe predator regards Mementomori with a pair of pallid olive eyes. She conducts a quick observation of his features, as if attempting to discern his true intentions purely by gazing upon him. It is clear from the somewhat-upturned position of her lips that Melantha is attempting to be friendly...and failing horribly. "And what brings you to our tiny corner of the world?" and past their borders and right at the edge of their main camp. For all we know, he could be an assassin or a thug. The girl does her best to ignore that particular line of thoughts, but Mel never was very good around strangers. "My name is Melantha..." At least she doesn't sound angry or rude. It's just... cautious and perhaps a tad bored.
Instead, she decides to contribute helpfully to the interaction: "I don't think we can give canines chocolate." Mel nearly said nothing, but upon noticing that Atbash started to leave, she figured it might be something to consider when trying to be hospitable to a freezing newcomer. Not that Mel would care much, but she thinks it might reflect poorly upon Snowbound if they accidentally poisoned someone. Then again, there are many creatures in this world who do not fit the bill of "normal" like Melantha does. There bodies are different, they possess supernatural abilities, or they might be supernatural themselves. Being perfectly average in nearly all aspects has led Mel to embrace her natural-born behaviors. Lukewarm liquids and raw meat dominated her diet with the occasional dabbling in cooked meals. Deviating too far from the norm gives her indigestion, but sometimes she cannot bring herself to deny a snack--especially if Jacob makes it.
Finally, the lithe predator regards Mementomori with a pair of pallid olive eyes. She conducts a quick observation of his features, as if attempting to discern his true intentions purely by gazing upon him. It is clear from the somewhat-upturned position of her lips that Melantha is attempting to be friendly...and failing horribly. "And what brings you to our tiny corner of the world?" and past their borders and right at the edge of their main camp. For all we know, he could be an assassin or a thug. The girl does her best to ignore that particular line of thoughts, but Mel never was very good around strangers. "My name is Melantha..." At least she doesn't sound angry or rude. It's just... cautious and perhaps a tad bored.