[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]Odd though it may seem, Melantha is among the few who dislikes slavery. Though she does not outright condemn the practice, the young huntress does very little to disguise her disgust for those who turn labor which could have been easily done themselves onto a slave who already suffers the burden of their rank. Even though slaves generally are captured enemies, that does not deny them of basic rights, though there are many who would disagree with her. Melantha is of the opinion that people work better when treated better. It is simple logic, though the Pitt is unfortunately populated with an abundance of individuals who prefer violence over common sense and rationality, if not compassion. The strong arm already possesses a reputation among the slaves that she is amongst the most forgiving, and that she will share food and other supplies when she can.
Which is why the plain-faced predator does nothing to prevent Cosette from offering her aid to the unusual slave she has seen every so often. "Careful, Girl," she warns, though her tone is light. "Dante might have an aneurysm if he catches you interacting with a slave." It is clear from the way a snarl tugs at the edge of her lips as she speaks that she hates the aforementioned male with a passion. She would punt him all the way to next week if Yes Man would allow her. But she is a careful, calculating creature with an affinity for structure and rules. She prefers not to draw attention to herself unless absolutely necessary, though Dante absolutely deserves a good ass kicking.
The female does not move to offer assistance, though she takes a stance that could be interpreted as a watchful. Perhaps on the lookout for unsavory individuals. Briefly, pallid olive eyes flicker over the form of the Sha slave, intrigued by his unique appearance. "What is your name?" she asks after several moments of quiet study, her gaze intense. Although Melantha is shorter than the male, he is more lean than he is sturdy. Built for speed and agility, and less for sheer physical prowess. Or he is simply emaciated, which is entirely plausible. Perhaps she will reward both Cosette and the slave for a job well done. She likes to give gifts in exchange for good work.
Which is why the plain-faced predator does nothing to prevent Cosette from offering her aid to the unusual slave she has seen every so often. "Careful, Girl," she warns, though her tone is light. "Dante might have an aneurysm if he catches you interacting with a slave." It is clear from the way a snarl tugs at the edge of her lips as she speaks that she hates the aforementioned male with a passion. She would punt him all the way to next week if Yes Man would allow her. But she is a careful, calculating creature with an affinity for structure and rules. She prefers not to draw attention to herself unless absolutely necessary, though Dante absolutely deserves a good ass kicking.
The female does not move to offer assistance, though she takes a stance that could be interpreted as a watchful. Perhaps on the lookout for unsavory individuals. Briefly, pallid olive eyes flicker over the form of the Sha slave, intrigued by his unique appearance. "What is your name?" she asks after several moments of quiet study, her gaze intense. Although Melantha is shorter than the male, he is more lean than he is sturdy. Built for speed and agility, and less for sheer physical prowess. Or he is simply emaciated, which is entirely plausible. Perhaps she will reward both Cosette and the slave for a job well done. She likes to give gifts in exchange for good work.