04-16-2018, 01:49 AM
[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]drawn to the sound of voices like a moth to a flame, the slender figure of melantha appears from the vast blanket of ivory snow. one might assume that a creature with faded tawny brown fur would stand out in the picturesque landscape, but in reality, she might as well resembles the jagged earth which protrudes from the snow every now and then. given that spring is on its way, the plains grasses are beginning to emerge from their dormancy, piercing through the snow with the determination only found in lifeforms which survive in only the extremest of weather. the puma's approach is silent, save for the muted crunch of snow beneath large paws. it is clear from the blank expression upon her plain visage that the young girl is bored out of her mind. or perhaps that is simply what she wants the others to believe. squash green eyes flicker over the scene with mild interest, scarcely acknowledging her two present clanmates beyond a subtle nod. for a second, she seems to peer at killua for a heartbeat longer than necessary, possibly hesitating to say something to him, but the moment passes and she moves on. after witnessing what he did in "self-defense," mel does not know how to behave around him. it's not that she is scared of the male, but her paranoia makes it difficult for her to ignore her suspicions. it's one thing to kill someone. it's another to lie about it. mel's morals are skewed, which she is aware of, thus making it all the more terrible when even she begins to question someone's motives.
she blinks. no more speculation, only observation. the girl shifts her attention to the unconscious stranger. very few things irk melantha like reckless abandon. thrusting oneself off a cliff? and for what? the thrill of it all? her initial reaction is to regard the person as an utter idiot, but that is before she sees the scattered drops of blood tainting the purity of the snowscape. ah, so a desperate idiot, then? she could take the time to try and empathize, to use her emotional capacity to figure out what this person is so afraid of. but she chooses not to. melantha passes judgement based off first impressions and does not go out of her way to change them. this is not to say that it is impossible to change her mind, as she is quite adaptable, but she really just doesn't care to know everyone's life story. does that make her such a terrible person? "desperation makes people do some crazy shit," speaks the girl in a detatched voice. she stifles a yawn as she shuffles closer. "i wonder what they're scared of..." she really doesn't, but it sounds cool.
she blinks. no more speculation, only observation. the girl shifts her attention to the unconscious stranger. very few things irk melantha like reckless abandon. thrusting oneself off a cliff? and for what? the thrill of it all? her initial reaction is to regard the person as an utter idiot, but that is before she sees the scattered drops of blood tainting the purity of the snowscape. ah, so a desperate idiot, then? she could take the time to try and empathize, to use her emotional capacity to figure out what this person is so afraid of. but she chooses not to. melantha passes judgement based off first impressions and does not go out of her way to change them. this is not to say that it is impossible to change her mind, as she is quite adaptable, but she really just doesn't care to know everyone's life story. does that make her such a terrible person? "desperation makes people do some crazy shit," speaks the girl in a detatched voice. she stifles a yawn as she shuffles closer. "i wonder what they're scared of..." she really doesn't, but it sounds cool.