04-21-2018, 07:36 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]for the longest time, melantha blamed her hatred for human-made items on the less-than-agreeable interactions she has had with them in the past. as a mundane creature lacking in any sort of supernatural power set, mel is vulnerable to their guns and their hunting dogs. rifle wounds take a long time to heal, she knows from experience, but the grudge she hold against the entire human race will probably never go away. when she saw killua sucking on a lollipop, the girl assumed that her lack of interest in the piece of candy originated from the aforementioned grudge, but as she was perusing a book on feline anatomy in an attempt to further her education, melantha learned that as a feline, she is actually unable to detect sweet tastes. how amazing is it that there is a biological reason why desserts never did anything for her? this makes her wonder if the other animals who consume sweets also cannot taste a thing and simply eat it to eat it, or if their affinity for supernatural abilities grants them the biological ability to do what normal animals like melantha cannot do.
the young huntress is drawn to jacob's lounging figure out of curiosity, intending to ask him if he is capable of consuming things that he should not biologically be able to because he is sentient instead of feral. but as she trots closer, she realizes that he is asleep. any question that might have been balancing at the tip of her tongue instantly disappear as she slow to a halt, observing the resting canine with a soft expression. she does not know him very well, but it does not take a genius to tell that his experience with the typhoon people really affected him on an emotional and mental level. mel is still curious, but she does not wish to disturb the boy. she has been in a similar position before. mel sighs softly, directing her attention to the desserts arranged on the blanket. picking up a pastry, melantha takes a curious bite. annnddddd.....nothing. absolutely nothing.
the young huntress is drawn to jacob's lounging figure out of curiosity, intending to ask him if he is capable of consuming things that he should not biologically be able to because he is sentient instead of feral. but as she trots closer, she realizes that he is asleep. any question that might have been balancing at the tip of her tongue instantly disappear as she slow to a halt, observing the resting canine with a soft expression. she does not know him very well, but it does not take a genius to tell that his experience with the typhoon people really affected him on an emotional and mental level. mel is still curious, but she does not wish to disturb the boy. she has been in a similar position before. mel sighs softly, directing her attention to the desserts arranged on the blanket. picking up a pastry, melantha takes a curious bite. annnddddd.....nothing. absolutely nothing.