08-05-2018, 04:19 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Although most creatures choose to live in environments abundant with grassy hills and ancient forests, Melantha cannot imagine herself living anywhere besides here. Surrounded by oceans of sands rather than water, the merciless sun observing her every step. She does not remember much of her life before...before here. There are vague notions of snow covered mountains and dense woods, but it is within the Pitt's vast desert that the huntress awoke. Her life before now is darkness. Some flashes of her childhood, fragmented names and faces, but anything beyond those early days with her family is gone. The sun and the sky and the sand is all that she knows now. Her lost memories did bother her for a time, and perhaps they still do, but Melantha is content with her place here.
A slender figure of dense muscle and sleek golden fur emerges from mirage of heat reflecting off the granules of sand. Sagacious eyes the color of grecian olives lock onto the unfamiliar shape of "Batter." The powerful mountain lioness prefers her solitude, so it is rare for her to make herself known unless absolutely necessary. But something about this stranger bothers her. He is just so...empty. And Mel is a paranoid creature; suspicious of all and in tune with her instincts. "My name is Melantha," she introduces, but her voice is flat. She does not bother to conceal her suspicion.
She looks the male over. Four eyes, blank expression, annoyance in his stance. Seems that this guy does not wish to be bothered with meeting the people he is supposed to work with now that he has joined. Mel gets it. She has an independent streak and is slow to trust, but there is a certain willingness to cooperate that is necessary to live with a group. And people who behave as if they are above all that only make themselves more of a suspicious character in her eyes. "And who--or what--gave you the authority to do so?" asks the creature with a narrowed gaze. "What do you do with the "wretched" souls?" Unlike the others, Melantha is not "nice" nor does she pretend to be. She doesn't trust this guy. Guess she'll just have to keep an eye on him in the future.
A slender figure of dense muscle and sleek golden fur emerges from mirage of heat reflecting off the granules of sand. Sagacious eyes the color of grecian olives lock onto the unfamiliar shape of "Batter." The powerful mountain lioness prefers her solitude, so it is rare for her to make herself known unless absolutely necessary. But something about this stranger bothers her. He is just so...empty. And Mel is a paranoid creature; suspicious of all and in tune with her instincts. "My name is Melantha," she introduces, but her voice is flat. She does not bother to conceal her suspicion.
She looks the male over. Four eyes, blank expression, annoyance in his stance. Seems that this guy does not wish to be bothered with meeting the people he is supposed to work with now that he has joined. Mel gets it. She has an independent streak and is slow to trust, but there is a certain willingness to cooperate that is necessary to live with a group. And people who behave as if they are above all that only make themselves more of a suspicious character in her eyes. "And who--or what--gave you the authority to do so?" asks the creature with a narrowed gaze. "What do you do with the "wretched" souls?" Unlike the others, Melantha is not "nice" nor does she pretend to be. She doesn't trust this guy. Guess she'll just have to keep an eye on him in the future.