04-22-2018, 12:24 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]sensitive auditory receptors twitch at the faintest sound of small paws traipsing through the melting spring frost. black-tipped ears shift from their intrigued position atop her skull, rotating backwards to better identify the sound's origin. because killua manipulates his scent so that no one can smell him, melantha cannot be positive who is approaching from behind, but she has her suspicions. the girl turns to face the unknown person just after she swallows a pastry whole and makes direct eye-contact with killua. oh. awkward. she swallows it quickly like a dog who just snatched a sandwich from the counter, rasping her tongue along the edges of her mouth to clean up any crumbs. if it is not clear from the healthy sheen of her sleek, golden brown fur, melantha prefers to keep herself clean. not even the most unobtrusive food scraps survive long enough to consider the young huntress "dirty." there are several seconds of silence in which mel does not break eye-contact, simply staring at killua with a somewhat sheepish expression as he speaks. "uh, more curious than anything else," she responds stiffly, clearly a little embarrassed to be caught eating human food. she couldn't help herself--she just really wanted to know what it was like. "i can't actually taste anything." admits melantha with a shrug. it's disappointing, really. the soft, flaky bread and the sweet smell is absolutely alluring, but the sensation on the tongue is nothing like how it smells. and she is not going to mention it, but she can already feel the indigestion.
upon the arrival of aizawa, sagacious olive green eyes flicker over to observe the massive lion. huh, it is unusual to see someone larger than her. in a clan of mostly small wildcats, melantha is accustomed to standing out, but that guy completely dwarfs her. other than that, nothing else about him is exactly intimidating. patchy, matted fur and bones protruding from beneath his skin...she wonders if she should force him to eat a pastry of something that's laced with tranquilizer so she can give him a bath. just looking at the guy makes her skin crawl. but mel is careful not to let this show upon her features; instead, her plain visage is a mask of unreadable emotion. she offers him a slight nod in greeting. nothing more. the young female is silent as the two males discuss how to approach jacob. wake him up? "no, he looks like he could use some rest." the husky dog pushes himself too hard. mel can appreciate how mentally and physically draining it is to undergo mental torture while still finding it within oneself to care about others. she doesn't know how he does it. melantha has never been that kind.
upon the arrival of aizawa, sagacious olive green eyes flicker over to observe the massive lion. huh, it is unusual to see someone larger than her. in a clan of mostly small wildcats, melantha is accustomed to standing out, but that guy completely dwarfs her. other than that, nothing else about him is exactly intimidating. patchy, matted fur and bones protruding from beneath his skin...she wonders if she should force him to eat a pastry of something that's laced with tranquilizer so she can give him a bath. just looking at the guy makes her skin crawl. but mel is careful not to let this show upon her features; instead, her plain visage is a mask of unreadable emotion. she offers him a slight nod in greeting. nothing more. the young female is silent as the two males discuss how to approach jacob. wake him up? "no, he looks like he could use some rest." the husky dog pushes himself too hard. mel can appreciate how mentally and physically draining it is to undergo mental torture while still finding it within oneself to care about others. she doesn't know how he does it. melantha has never been that kind.