09-10-2018, 01:34 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]Very rarely does Melantha engages in direct combat. Aside from the occasional scuffle between herself and idiots who don't possess knowledge of personal space, the solitary huntress tends to keep to herself. She prefers a life lived from the shadows: watching and waiting, striking only when necessary. But there lies a particular sense of exhilaration in raids. Heart thundering with anticipation, adrenaline pumping through an interconnected network of veins and arteries. Thus far, the crusader has gone unnoticed. She keeps herself low, slinking through the undergrowth as she carefully makes her way towards the Mansion. Inside there are stores of herbs and food--Mel is no thief, but she knows that her people need it. People like Valkyr and Cosette, people who deserve it.