04-16-2018, 03:54 PM
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a low, raspy voice breaks through the chilled silence of the morning, announcing the arrival of none other than melantha faber. unlike killua, the young huntress does not waste time climbing trees and manipulating the winds to (literally) get the drop on the strangers at the border. instead, she slinks across the snow silently on large paws, lithe muscles rippling beneath the thick pelt of her winter coat. melantha prowls over directly and regards all three males with luminous, lamp-like green eyes which burn with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. curious as to the reason why the two cheery males are here chucking snow at one another, and suspicious because everyone has an ulterior motive. she trusts no one, especially killua. in spite of it all, she naturally gravitates towards the albino serval, as he is the closest thing she has to a friend in this place. "what's up, candy boy?" she murmurs under her breath, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips for a fraction of a second. how ironic is it that the person she trusts the least is the one she is most comfortable around? the girl does not understand it, but she is lonely, and will take the barest scrap of companionship wherever she can find it--even if she is chagrin to admit to such a thing.
after bestowing a subtle nod in greeting to killua, she fixes her attention upon the strangers. her plain features are aligned in a neutral frown; only her olive gaze reveals the faintest hint of emotion beyond the default "disinterest." her first impression is that the weird flirting going on is absolutely revolting. for a girl whose favorites stories are ones filled with romance, having to witness real-life flirtation is enough to make her nauseous. besides, who calls people "muffin?" melantha suppresses a shudder, but not from the cold. if she noticed killua's growing anxiety, she doesn't say anything about it. though it does serve to make her feel a bit paranoid, because there is no reason for someone as capable as killua to get antsy. all she can do is carry on like nothing is wrong. "is there a reason you fellas are here? or do i just have the misfortune of witnessing you guys make heart eyes at each other?" ah, teenage sarcasm. there's nothing quite like it. also helps to disguise her suspicion. "because if you're not here for business or to join, i'm going to have to kindly ask you to leave and disturb someone else's morning." the fact that she used kindly in a sentence is hilarious, especially considering that this is all delivered in a deadpan.
a low, raspy voice breaks through the chilled silence of the morning, announcing the arrival of none other than melantha faber. unlike killua, the young huntress does not waste time climbing trees and manipulating the winds to (literally) get the drop on the strangers at the border. instead, she slinks across the snow silently on large paws, lithe muscles rippling beneath the thick pelt of her winter coat. melantha prowls over directly and regards all three males with luminous, lamp-like green eyes which burn with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. curious as to the reason why the two cheery males are here chucking snow at one another, and suspicious because everyone has an ulterior motive. she trusts no one, especially killua. in spite of it all, she naturally gravitates towards the albino serval, as he is the closest thing she has to a friend in this place. "what's up, candy boy?" she murmurs under her breath, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips for a fraction of a second. how ironic is it that the person she trusts the least is the one she is most comfortable around? the girl does not understand it, but she is lonely, and will take the barest scrap of companionship wherever she can find it--even if she is chagrin to admit to such a thing.
after bestowing a subtle nod in greeting to killua, she fixes her attention upon the strangers. her plain features are aligned in a neutral frown; only her olive gaze reveals the faintest hint of emotion beyond the default "disinterest." her first impression is that the weird flirting going on is absolutely revolting. for a girl whose favorites stories are ones filled with romance, having to witness real-life flirtation is enough to make her nauseous. besides, who calls people "muffin?" melantha suppresses a shudder, but not from the cold. if she noticed killua's growing anxiety, she doesn't say anything about it. though it does serve to make her feel a bit paranoid, because there is no reason for someone as capable as killua to get antsy. all she can do is carry on like nothing is wrong. "is there a reason you fellas are here? or do i just have the misfortune of witnessing you guys make heart eyes at each other?" ah, teenage sarcasm. there's nothing quite like it. also helps to disguise her suspicion. "because if you're not here for business or to join, i'm going to have to kindly ask you to leave and disturb someone else's morning." the fact that she used kindly in a sentence is hilarious, especially considering that this is all delivered in a deadpan.