04-17-2018, 02:23 AM
[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]"still a bit too cold for reptiles this time of year, don't you think?"
a slender figure emerges from a thin copse of trees, a blanket of white snow giving way to the sandy golden pelt of the young huntress. melantha favors the "speak first, appear later" method of approaching conversations. she chalks it up to everything sounding cooler when spoken in such a manner, but the habit is born from her natural instincts guiding her towards concealing her presence until the last possible moment. with the proper training, perhaps someone as unrefined as she could become an assassin. mel certainly possesses the skills, and sometimes even the desire, to kill; but she is tuned to her primal instincts. she hunts and kills out of necessity, not for sport. that is one of the major obstacles to her entering the covert profession. that, and the fact that she is not as evil as she claims. she has done some terrible things to survive alone in the wilderness, but her heart is still pure; untainted. which is why, in spite of her suspicions regarding killua's disposal of his two attackers, she arrives to check up on how he is healing.
granted, it is disguised by her "concern" for the albino serpent. "i'm not familiar with herpetology, but i don't think a blanket is going to cut it." unless he has some crazy heat manipulation powers that melantha is not aware of. in that case, perhaps killua makes his little friend impervious to the cold. she finds herself growing jealous of the idea that killua possesses some crazy powerful supernatural abilities. what did she ever do to spite the universe so much that she was born completely and utterly normal? he could kill her easily, if he wanted to, and melantha does not like that knowledge. even so, the lithe predator creeps every closer, firtively sweeping her olive gaze over her lounging figure to determine the state of his injuries. "how are you feeling?" queries the girl in an uncertain tone, as if asking after killua's health is so uncomfortable that it is physically painful. she is not accustomed to being...nice. mel does not sit. she cannot bring herself to do so. not when she is staring at the albino's wounds, mulling over her suspicions that the whole thing seems too perfect; like she could open up a textbook example of someone getting mugged and surviving via self-defense and it would be killua's whole..thing..
melantha tosses something at the male's paws: a lollipop. she personally dislikes the things, but she remembers her first encounter with killua and that he was munching on one of these. the girl really is more thoughtful and caring than she lets on, even as she makes a face and says, "i couldn't find flowers so i guess this thing i found in the trash should convey my 'get well' wishes." she actually spent a lot of time looking for a good one, but melantha will never admit to it. especially not to killua.
a slender figure emerges from a thin copse of trees, a blanket of white snow giving way to the sandy golden pelt of the young huntress. melantha favors the "speak first, appear later" method of approaching conversations. she chalks it up to everything sounding cooler when spoken in such a manner, but the habit is born from her natural instincts guiding her towards concealing her presence until the last possible moment. with the proper training, perhaps someone as unrefined as she could become an assassin. mel certainly possesses the skills, and sometimes even the desire, to kill; but she is tuned to her primal instincts. she hunts and kills out of necessity, not for sport. that is one of the major obstacles to her entering the covert profession. that, and the fact that she is not as evil as she claims. she has done some terrible things to survive alone in the wilderness, but her heart is still pure; untainted. which is why, in spite of her suspicions regarding killua's disposal of his two attackers, she arrives to check up on how he is healing.
granted, it is disguised by her "concern" for the albino serpent. "i'm not familiar with herpetology, but i don't think a blanket is going to cut it." unless he has some crazy heat manipulation powers that melantha is not aware of. in that case, perhaps killua makes his little friend impervious to the cold. she finds herself growing jealous of the idea that killua possesses some crazy powerful supernatural abilities. what did she ever do to spite the universe so much that she was born completely and utterly normal? he could kill her easily, if he wanted to, and melantha does not like that knowledge. even so, the lithe predator creeps every closer, firtively sweeping her olive gaze over her lounging figure to determine the state of his injuries. "how are you feeling?" queries the girl in an uncertain tone, as if asking after killua's health is so uncomfortable that it is physically painful. she is not accustomed to being...nice. mel does not sit. she cannot bring herself to do so. not when she is staring at the albino's wounds, mulling over her suspicions that the whole thing seems too perfect; like she could open up a textbook example of someone getting mugged and surviving via self-defense and it would be killua's whole..thing..
melantha tosses something at the male's paws: a lollipop. she personally dislikes the things, but she remembers her first encounter with killua and that he was munching on one of these. the girl really is more thoughtful and caring than she lets on, even as she makes a face and says, "i couldn't find flowers so i guess this thing i found in the trash should convey my 'get well' wishes." she actually spent a lot of time looking for a good one, but melantha will never admit to it. especially not to killua.