06-19-2018, 01:42 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]// Thank you for making !! <3
Summer is wonderful in the high country. Beautiful, clear blue skies and temperatures that are not too hot, yet not too cold, either. And they prey is abundant, as well. Plenty of fawns and adolescents for easy pickings, as well as unobservant adults partaking in the fresh green grass. For a natural-born huntress like Melantha, it is like a giant playground. She loves to hunt, to feel the adrenaline pump through her veins, to take down a beast larger than she, and to bring home several carcasses large enough to feed the entire clan. It's quite the rewarding feeling. She will never admit to it, but the young predator likes to feel needed. She used to be the primary caregiver at home (after her parents, of course). When mom and dad were away, it was Mel who watched over her siblings and made sure everyone kept out of trouble. She misses those days. She wishes she never took them for granted.
Large paws made soft, muted thuds as the solitary wildcat quietly prowls home. Preferring not to draw much attention to herself before reaching the main camp, Melantha takes an alternative route, even if it means lugging the elk cow carcass with her. It's just exercise. She can use more of that. Chiseled muscles ripple beneath her sleek pelt of sandy gold, each step revealing the sheer power contained within her slight figure. Indeed, for such a small predator like a mountain lion who is perhaps one of the smallest big cats, she is capable of incredible athletic feats. Sometimes Mel thinks that people forget about how amazing their abilities are in their normal bodies because everyone equates power with the supernatural nowadays. But Mel thinks it's cooler to be able to crush skulls with naked jaw strength.
As the young female drags her kill closer and closer to home, the small figure of Izuku catches her eye. It's hard not to miss him, really, with fur that reminds her of a meadow in the springtime--all shiny and bright and green. In most occasions, Melantha would probably avoid the male altogether, but he is nice enough to garner her curiosity. And she almost immediately notices that he seems to require some sort of assistance. Stashing the doe within a thick patch of grass, Mel then makes her way towards the Tenderfoot. "Hey, Izuku.." she greets in a friendly enough tone, if not a bit awkward. She isn't the greatest when it comes to not being cold and off-putting. Or maybe she just lacks the confidence. "Do you help with anything?" Sagacious olive eyes are quick to observe the bandages on his leg. Ah, so he is still injured. She cannot recall as to how he received the wound, but it must be hindering his duties. Poor guy. Oh well, he still does a lot more good around Snowbound than she does. Mel is just hired muscle, more or less.
Summer is wonderful in the high country. Beautiful, clear blue skies and temperatures that are not too hot, yet not too cold, either. And they prey is abundant, as well. Plenty of fawns and adolescents for easy pickings, as well as unobservant adults partaking in the fresh green grass. For a natural-born huntress like Melantha, it is like a giant playground. She loves to hunt, to feel the adrenaline pump through her veins, to take down a beast larger than she, and to bring home several carcasses large enough to feed the entire clan. It's quite the rewarding feeling. She will never admit to it, but the young predator likes to feel needed. She used to be the primary caregiver at home (after her parents, of course). When mom and dad were away, it was Mel who watched over her siblings and made sure everyone kept out of trouble. She misses those days. She wishes she never took them for granted.
Large paws made soft, muted thuds as the solitary wildcat quietly prowls home. Preferring not to draw much attention to herself before reaching the main camp, Melantha takes an alternative route, even if it means lugging the elk cow carcass with her. It's just exercise. She can use more of that. Chiseled muscles ripple beneath her sleek pelt of sandy gold, each step revealing the sheer power contained within her slight figure. Indeed, for such a small predator like a mountain lion who is perhaps one of the smallest big cats, she is capable of incredible athletic feats. Sometimes Mel thinks that people forget about how amazing their abilities are in their normal bodies because everyone equates power with the supernatural nowadays. But Mel thinks it's cooler to be able to crush skulls with naked jaw strength.
As the young female drags her kill closer and closer to home, the small figure of Izuku catches her eye. It's hard not to miss him, really, with fur that reminds her of a meadow in the springtime--all shiny and bright and green. In most occasions, Melantha would probably avoid the male altogether, but he is nice enough to garner her curiosity. And she almost immediately notices that he seems to require some sort of assistance. Stashing the doe within a thick patch of grass, Mel then makes her way towards the Tenderfoot. "Hey, Izuku.." she greets in a friendly enough tone, if not a bit awkward. She isn't the greatest when it comes to not being cold and off-putting. Or maybe she just lacks the confidence. "Do you help with anything?" Sagacious olive eyes are quick to observe the bandages on his leg. Ah, so he is still injured. She cannot recall as to how he received the wound, but it must be hindering his duties. Poor guy. Oh well, he still does a lot more good around Snowbound than she does. Mel is just hired muscle, more or less.