04-05-2018, 11:21 PM
[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]of course melantha is smart. she cannot afford to be anything less. perhaps the two youth are not so different despite their appearances, although killua's intelligence originated from his need to kill while hers came from the need to survive. he is a killer, she is a survivor. but she, too, is casing the other creature while he smirks down at her, assessing the situation. clearly, the serval possesses the height and speed advantage. she also assumes that he has full access to as many meals as he pleases. but her jaws are strong enough to crush bone and her eyesight is impeccable. she is in no condition to go on the offensive, however, should killua decide to attack, melantha is prepared to put up a strong defense. his nonchalant demeanor causes mel to suspect that his only aim is to intimidate; watching her reaction like ants under a magnifying glass. she is accustomed to adults regarding her in this way, not children. what a strange person.
he laughs—short and dry, but a laugh all the same. so he is capable of emotion... interesting. mel's first impression of the boy was that he had a major stick up his ass and she would not enjoy being around him whatsoever. now? anyone who can handle her sarcasm is cool to be around. it's not like they have to be friends. just... cool. "clearly, i'm a local," she jokes with a dry smile, referencing her haggard appearance. the humor does not reach her eyes. she is much too tired. she is prepared to talk more on the subject when he suddenly brings up "candy." melantha's brows arch slightly. so that's what the sweet-smelling thing is. huh. "nope," is her matter-of-fact reply. it sounds like a taunt, to get her to feel bad about being ignorant of the ways of human food. mel will not be taunted. she has heard about some creatures partaking in the strange food concocted by the hairless creatures. in all honesty, she could not care any less. melantha is a proud predator through and through. she would sooner partake in cannibalism before she went against nature to consume something she had not evolved to eat. at least she can properly digest mountain lion flesh. candy? that is an unknown. and mel does her best to avoid unknowns.
the young wildcat does not miss killua's failure to introduce himself, which earns him a look that says "really?" mel does not even try to disguise her reaction. there is no need. she is not afraid to let him know that she is not easily fooled. it doesn't even matter, anyways. someone around here is bound to know the dude's name. the source does not matter as long as the information is good. in any other circumstance, melantha might have given him a harder time about the name, but she is only minutes away from losing consciousness and time is of the essence. "more like looking for a place to sleep for several days and maybe get a bite to eat, but yeah—you're absolutely right, candy," if he can't provide her with something to refer to him as, then she is gonna make something up. mel isn't fond of making friends, but names have power, even made-up ones. she'll train him to respond to it, whether he likes it or not. at least, until he relents and tells her the real one. "just point me in the direction of an empty cave, please," and hopefully i make it there.
he laughs—short and dry, but a laugh all the same. so he is capable of emotion... interesting. mel's first impression of the boy was that he had a major stick up his ass and she would not enjoy being around him whatsoever. now? anyone who can handle her sarcasm is cool to be around. it's not like they have to be friends. just... cool. "clearly, i'm a local," she jokes with a dry smile, referencing her haggard appearance. the humor does not reach her eyes. she is much too tired. she is prepared to talk more on the subject when he suddenly brings up "candy." melantha's brows arch slightly. so that's what the sweet-smelling thing is. huh. "nope," is her matter-of-fact reply. it sounds like a taunt, to get her to feel bad about being ignorant of the ways of human food. mel will not be taunted. she has heard about some creatures partaking in the strange food concocted by the hairless creatures. in all honesty, she could not care any less. melantha is a proud predator through and through. she would sooner partake in cannibalism before she went against nature to consume something she had not evolved to eat. at least she can properly digest mountain lion flesh. candy? that is an unknown. and mel does her best to avoid unknowns.
the young wildcat does not miss killua's failure to introduce himself, which earns him a look that says "really?" mel does not even try to disguise her reaction. there is no need. she is not afraid to let him know that she is not easily fooled. it doesn't even matter, anyways. someone around here is bound to know the dude's name. the source does not matter as long as the information is good. in any other circumstance, melantha might have given him a harder time about the name, but she is only minutes away from losing consciousness and time is of the essence. "more like looking for a place to sleep for several days and maybe get a bite to eat, but yeah—you're absolutely right, candy," if he can't provide her with something to refer to him as, then she is gonna make something up. mel isn't fond of making friends, but names have power, even made-up ones. she'll train him to respond to it, whether he likes it or not. at least, until he relents and tells her the real one. "just point me in the direction of an empty cave, please," and hopefully i make it there.