09-10-2018, 01:52 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]The crusader senses the change before Tsuyu speaks, though the annoying little frog does assist in convincing her that she needs to step in. Were she not concerned for the safety of Valkyr, she might have scoffed at the presumption that the sha creature is anything close to "precious" to her. Melantha simply decided that he was worthy of her kindness, unlike a lot of people in this gods-forsaken desert. The puma does not waste anymore time, and barges into the small rickety shack which Valkyr calls home. Just in time to see Esklav's feral experiment attempt to sink its claws into the slave. An infuriated hiss escapes her maw from behind bared teeth and she rushes forward and attempts to swat away Blacktide with unsheathed claws. "Back. Off," Melantha demands in a powerful voice. She might be smaller physically than this monstrosity, but it should know better than to touch her less it is fine with the repercussions. "I need this slave alive, so run home to Mommy." For some reason, the beast views Esklav as a parental figure, which is strange but not unsurprising. Her superior tends to get himself involved in the strangest of things.