04-06-2018, 04:41 PM
[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]yes, many people are unable to read. people like melantha, although it is not by choice. when the flapping of paper in the wind drew her over to the posted flier, she quickly became frustrated that she could not make heads or tails of the content. she recognized the letters but not the words. her education had only gotten so far before she was washed away in the river. the girl does not like that there is a whole realm of knowledge that she is unable to access just because she can make sense out of the scribbles. instead of standing there and scowling, she followed jacob's call to listen to what he had to say. unfortunately, jacob's idea contained three of melantha's least favorite things: large groups, socializing, and parties. so of course it makes sense that she would not be interested.
mountain lions are private by nature, and isolation is preferred to socialization. it's in her blood to want to be alone. but she is also incredibly suspicious of others, and spends more time trying to figure out how to kill people if it were necessary than she does actually enjoying herself. being thrust into the wild on her own at such a young age has corrupted her, that's for sure. then again, she is a simple girl of simple tastes. she hears free food, so why in the world would she refuse it? melantha can put up with random people if it means she gets a free meal. besides, maybe she could learn a thing or two. it's not like she has to make friends or anything (even though that is original intention of the group).
"'sounds interesting," comments the girl nonchalantly as she pads over silently, sagacious green eyes observing jacob with guarded interest. "my name is melantha, by the way. what's yours?" she does not know this one. a dog--perhaps a husky mix--with a colorful motley of bandages and sweaters. how odd that so many creatures here wear human clothes. melantha does not understand why animals with natural adaptions against the cold would want to wear such atrocious things. is it not cumbersome and uncomfortable? jacob seems nice enough that she decides it would be wrong to give him a hard time about it. lucky him.
mountain lions are private by nature, and isolation is preferred to socialization. it's in her blood to want to be alone. but she is also incredibly suspicious of others, and spends more time trying to figure out how to kill people if it were necessary than she does actually enjoying herself. being thrust into the wild on her own at such a young age has corrupted her, that's for sure. then again, she is a simple girl of simple tastes. she hears free food, so why in the world would she refuse it? melantha can put up with random people if it means she gets a free meal. besides, maybe she could learn a thing or two. it's not like she has to make friends or anything (even though that is original intention of the group).
"'sounds interesting," comments the girl nonchalantly as she pads over silently, sagacious green eyes observing jacob with guarded interest. "my name is melantha, by the way. what's yours?" she does not know this one. a dog--perhaps a husky mix--with a colorful motley of bandages and sweaters. how odd that so many creatures here wear human clothes. melantha does not understand why animals with natural adaptions against the cold would want to wear such atrocious things. is it not cumbersome and uncomfortable? jacob seems nice enough that she decides it would be wrong to give him a hard time about it. lucky him.