08-08-2018, 11:19 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Very little bothers Melantha. Cannibalism does not shock her, nor does violence. Torture, though she prefers to avoid it if possible, is an expected component of deriving information from the enemy. But slavery? Perhaps it is her pride, her extreme sense of independence, which makes it difficult for the powerful huntress to ignore the immorality of being forced to live as less than a person. Nature possesses a way enacting a hierarchy wherever people live together in a group, so Mel does not see the necessity of a group beneath everyone else. Besides, why would Melantha need a slave to do something she can handle on her own? And if not, she can ask someone else in exchange for a favor? Without even taking a moral standpoint, slavery just feels like a step backwards.
Waste of time, waste of potential, waste of natural efficiency within a cohesive unit, and just plain disturbing.
But it is not the solitary creature's job to question the ethics of the practices common in the Pitt. She is merely a soldier, a single cog in the machine. So she holds her tongue and operates as usual. Alone, without the aid of slaves. Mel cannot be considered kind or good, but she is decent enough to treat the slaves like normal people. "Uh, thanks," the mountain lioness replies awkwardly after a tiny she-cat relays Yes Man's message. Melantha was in the middle of eating, and as she is not one to waste good food, she passes the scraps to the slave. "Waste not, want not," says the female in a bland tone before walking away without another glance at the messenger.
It takes longer for the golden wildcat to arrive than Dante, for Melantha tends to lurk within the outskirts of the territory and avoids areas where many people congregate. She isn't sure why, but she hates large groups. Innate paranoia and suspicion make her wary of unfamiliar faces, and she does not function well when she receives unwanted attention. But she arrives in a reasonable amount of time, chiseled muscles rippling beneath a sleek pelt of sandy gold as the cougaress silently approaches. "Yes Man. Dante." The greeting is curt, accompanied by little more than a polite inclination of the head before she moves to stand at a respectful distance from the ardent.
Waste of time, waste of potential, waste of natural efficiency within a cohesive unit, and just plain disturbing.
But it is not the solitary creature's job to question the ethics of the practices common in the Pitt. She is merely a soldier, a single cog in the machine. So she holds her tongue and operates as usual. Alone, without the aid of slaves. Mel cannot be considered kind or good, but she is decent enough to treat the slaves like normal people. "Uh, thanks," the mountain lioness replies awkwardly after a tiny she-cat relays Yes Man's message. Melantha was in the middle of eating, and as she is not one to waste good food, she passes the scraps to the slave. "Waste not, want not," says the female in a bland tone before walking away without another glance at the messenger.
It takes longer for the golden wildcat to arrive than Dante, for Melantha tends to lurk within the outskirts of the territory and avoids areas where many people congregate. She isn't sure why, but she hates large groups. Innate paranoia and suspicion make her wary of unfamiliar faces, and she does not function well when she receives unwanted attention. But she arrives in a reasonable amount of time, chiseled muscles rippling beneath a sleek pelt of sandy gold as the cougaress silently approaches. "Yes Man. Dante." The greeting is curt, accompanied by little more than a polite inclination of the head before she moves to stand at a respectful distance from the ardent.