04-22-2018, 01:19 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]back at home, the fabers would hold family meetings. and even though there were ten individuals, including melantha, who resided there, it was nothing even close to the scale of snowbound's meetings. for a country bumpkin like her, it is still difficult to grasp that so many unrelated people, especially predators, can live together in harmony. her experience in the wilds would tell her that anytime now a bear is gonna burst out of the words and try and steal her breakfast. however, such a thing has yet to happen. but melantha refuses to let her guard down just yet. the moment she lets her guard down and begins to trust is the moment that shit hits the fan.
muted thuds of large paws moving across the terrain announce melantha's arrival, her sandy golden figure weaving through the people to a point relatively empty compared to the rest of the meeting area. she prefers to keep away from crowds. too many people, too much potential to be stabbed in the back. at least towards the outskirts of the group, mel is able to detect anyone approaching without too much trouble. as the young huntress settles in for another long and boring meeting, she is surprised to hear her name announced. her? a lionheart? "oh, uh, thank you, sir." admittedly, she has no idea what a lionheart does, but she is not going to embarrass herself by asking that now. perhaps later she will bother killua about it. he's the deputy or whatever they call it here, so he is bound to know what to do. or maybe he is just as clueless as she is when it comes to these things.
muted thuds of large paws moving across the terrain announce melantha's arrival, her sandy golden figure weaving through the people to a point relatively empty compared to the rest of the meeting area. she prefers to keep away from crowds. too many people, too much potential to be stabbed in the back. at least towards the outskirts of the group, mel is able to detect anyone approaching without too much trouble. as the young huntress settles in for another long and boring meeting, she is surprised to hear her name announced. her? a lionheart? "oh, uh, thank you, sir." admittedly, she has no idea what a lionheart does, but she is not going to embarrass herself by asking that now. perhaps later she will bother killua about it. he's the deputy or whatever they call it here, so he is bound to know what to do. or maybe he is just as clueless as she is when it comes to these things.