04-05-2018, 11:45 PM
[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]melantha looks significantly better as compared to when she first arrived. after a good couple nights' rest and some robust meals, she actually looks alive. sandy golden fur is groomed to perfection, and her sagacious green eyes shimmer with an inner fire. the fire of youth? of determination? who knows? all that matters is that she is now far from death's doorstep and is ready to get out and explore a bit. the plains are the perfect playground for a young huntress. herds of elk and deer roam the distant forests, and the air is crisp and clean. mel definitely is not wanting for things to do. she should feel ecstatic. she should feel happy, optimistic, relieved, anything except how she is feeling now as she gazes out upon the landscape. all she can think is that her siblings would like this place. stella always loved the snow... no, she should not think of her family now. it will only serve to sadden her, not fill her with the determination to survive long enough to find them.
turning her attention back towards the outside world, the lithe wildcat begins her exploration of her new (temporary) home. after an hour or so of chasing rabbits and climbing trees and rocks, mel found herself drawn to the border where she had nearly fainted upon only a few days before. on the plains, it is cold and windy, so sounds travels fast and far. it does not take long for melantha to become aware of some fort of confrontation a bit further to the east of her current location. despite her large paws and considerable bulk, the girl is silent in her movements. instead of travelling in a straight line, her course of approach zig-zags as she ducks from cover to cover, keeping a low profile. her family used to fight all the time, and she witnessed quite a lot of arguments during her time alone in the wilds, so she is not particularly disturbed by the growing tension around a considerably large group of animals at the border. she immediately picks killua out in the crows. if he is there, he is probably causing the argument. at least, that is the impression he gives her.
intrigued, mel creeps closer, drinking in the unfolding events with squash green orbs. the word "safe" is thrown around quite a bit, and she soon gathers that this is a conflict between blunt opinions and paranoid minds. whatever it is, she does not have the time to hear people argue. "i'm not quite sure what is going on, but you folks must have traveled a long way, so come get some food and drink and then you can decide if this is someplace you wish to stay," she almost lectured them on the fact that nowhere is truly safe and anyone can crush your windpipe when you're not paying attention. it's just the way of life. but at least living in a large group provides extra eyes and more amenities so life can be more leisurely. the young girl is starting to get emotional—mel can hear the whimpers. she is not quite sure how to handle it, and cannot decide if she should say something or just mind her own business. the mountain lion eventually figures that no one is gonna want to be comforted by some stranger, so she leaves the matter alone. "my name is mel, by the way," not melantha. too much time would be wasted trying to sound out all the syllables.
turning her attention back towards the outside world, the lithe wildcat begins her exploration of her new (temporary) home. after an hour or so of chasing rabbits and climbing trees and rocks, mel found herself drawn to the border where she had nearly fainted upon only a few days before. on the plains, it is cold and windy, so sounds travels fast and far. it does not take long for melantha to become aware of some fort of confrontation a bit further to the east of her current location. despite her large paws and considerable bulk, the girl is silent in her movements. instead of travelling in a straight line, her course of approach zig-zags as she ducks from cover to cover, keeping a low profile. her family used to fight all the time, and she witnessed quite a lot of arguments during her time alone in the wilds, so she is not particularly disturbed by the growing tension around a considerably large group of animals at the border. she immediately picks killua out in the crows. if he is there, he is probably causing the argument. at least, that is the impression he gives her.
intrigued, mel creeps closer, drinking in the unfolding events with squash green orbs. the word "safe" is thrown around quite a bit, and she soon gathers that this is a conflict between blunt opinions and paranoid minds. whatever it is, she does not have the time to hear people argue. "i'm not quite sure what is going on, but you folks must have traveled a long way, so come get some food and drink and then you can decide if this is someplace you wish to stay," she almost lectured them on the fact that nowhere is truly safe and anyone can crush your windpipe when you're not paying attention. it's just the way of life. but at least living in a large group provides extra eyes and more amenities so life can be more leisurely. the young girl is starting to get emotional—mel can hear the whimpers. she is not quite sure how to handle it, and cannot decide if she should say something or just mind her own business. the mountain lion eventually figures that no one is gonna want to be comforted by some stranger, so she leaves the matter alone. "my name is mel, by the way," not melantha. too much time would be wasted trying to sound out all the syllables.