04-07-2018, 04:28 PM
[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]how anybody managed to not to scream at the sight of the terrifying creature at the border is beyond melantha. perhaps it is because clan animals are exposed to more unique creatures from a young age as compared to melantha who grew up in isolation, far from the mutated, monstrous horrors of the world. mel was raised to fear humans with bears and guns. those were her boogeyman, the monster under her bed. every moment she spent out on her own was one filled with paranoia that something bigger than her and stronger than her might attack. but never could she fathom that strange creatures which only vaguely resemble anything she's seen before could possibly show up off the border. it took every ounce of willpower within her young body to resist the urge to growl and hiss at the sight of silentgrave, instead swallowing it down after a moment's hesitation and trotting up behind jacob and killua.
she moves with a predatory grace, calculating green eyes the shade of greek olives sweeping over every creature gathered. already, she is in much better shape than when she arrived. no longer does she appear just moments away from collapsing; her sandy coat gleams with a beautiful, healthy sheen and her movements are fluid. although she still maintains a natural expression which borders on the line of disgust and disinterest, there is a bit more brightness in her eyes. the wildcat naturally gravitates away from jacob and london. while she is actually quite fond of the pair in secret, their natural... goodness makes her a tad uncomfortable. mel has yet to adjust to the knowledge that some creatures can just be genuinely good people. rolling back onto her haunches, she takes the time to reasses the situation now that she has got her paranoia and fear under control. after the initial surprise, which (thankfully) occurred out of killua's judging line of sight, melantha realized that although silentgrave is strange looking, he is not that scary. maybe mel is just a country bumpkin, after all, if everyone else is acting like it's normal. "the hell did you come from? a radioactive cesspool?" or maybe not. a single brow arches with mild amusement as melantha turns to regard killua with a faint smirk. oh, he just makes this too easy. "you are aware that albinism is generally caused by inbreeding, right?" well, it actually could happen to anyone if they happen to reproduce with someone with the same broken genes, and inbreeding only increases the risk, but that's just semantics. "so take the time to think before you start insulting the origin of someone's...unusual appearance." satisfied with her sarcastic comment, mel returns her attention to the stranger as if she had not spoken a word in the first place.
she moves with a predatory grace, calculating green eyes the shade of greek olives sweeping over every creature gathered. already, she is in much better shape than when she arrived. no longer does she appear just moments away from collapsing; her sandy coat gleams with a beautiful, healthy sheen and her movements are fluid. although she still maintains a natural expression which borders on the line of disgust and disinterest, there is a bit more brightness in her eyes. the wildcat naturally gravitates away from jacob and london. while she is actually quite fond of the pair in secret, their natural... goodness makes her a tad uncomfortable. mel has yet to adjust to the knowledge that some creatures can just be genuinely good people. rolling back onto her haunches, she takes the time to reasses the situation now that she has got her paranoia and fear under control. after the initial surprise, which (thankfully) occurred out of killua's judging line of sight, melantha realized that although silentgrave is strange looking, he is not that scary. maybe mel is just a country bumpkin, after all, if everyone else is acting like it's normal. "the hell did you come from? a radioactive cesspool?" or maybe not. a single brow arches with mild amusement as melantha turns to regard killua with a faint smirk. oh, he just makes this too easy. "you are aware that albinism is generally caused by inbreeding, right?" well, it actually could happen to anyone if they happen to reproduce with someone with the same broken genes, and inbreeding only increases the risk, but that's just semantics. "so take the time to think before you start insulting the origin of someone's...unusual appearance." satisfied with her sarcastic comment, mel returns her attention to the stranger as if she had not spoken a word in the first place.