04-22-2018, 02:01 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]what is it like to begin in one body and wake up in a new one? melantha would not know. she is an animal. always has, always will be. she is wonderfully plain and blissfully normal. and as far as humans go, she is not their biggest fan. melantha still sports the crescent scar where a farmer's hunting dog tore into her flesh. those were hungry times, and sometimes all she was strong enough to hunt were the docile ewes of human sheep herds. she does not understand the concept of owning other living creatures, but she sure learned quickly not to mess with animals corralled in a pen. they might be the slowest, dumbest creatures to walk the earth, but they were guarded by ferocious humans armed to the teeth with terrible weapons. mel is stronger now—healthier. she can now sustain herself on a more robust meal of deer and elk.
little does aizawa know, but another predator is watching him. "you're not gonna survive very long on a diet of those puny things," comments melantha dryly. she lounges atop a granite boulder, luminous olive orbs half-lidded from the nap she only just arose from. in all honesty, the girl is amazed that aizawa was able to catch anything at all. for an ambush predator like a lion, it does not do him any favors that his coal black pelt is in stark contrast to the wintry landscape in which he resides. not only that, but he is ridiculously loud and clumsy. her sagacious green gaze followed the entire fiasco from start to finish, and it was quite clear that the male was acting on instinct rather than any specific hunting skill. but it is also clear that the guy needs to eat something, so he is lucky that he even has a skimpy lemming to satiate his appetite. "a nice doe will probably keep you satisfied for a couple days..." the lionheart trails off, considering something. a pained expression flickers across her plain visage. "if..if you're really hungry, i can share some of my fresh kill with you. but just this once." melantha is ferociously territorial and she hates sharing, but she can tell that this mangy, emaciated lion could really use some sustenance.
little does aizawa know, but another predator is watching him. "you're not gonna survive very long on a diet of those puny things," comments melantha dryly. she lounges atop a granite boulder, luminous olive orbs half-lidded from the nap she only just arose from. in all honesty, the girl is amazed that aizawa was able to catch anything at all. for an ambush predator like a lion, it does not do him any favors that his coal black pelt is in stark contrast to the wintry landscape in which he resides. not only that, but he is ridiculously loud and clumsy. her sagacious green gaze followed the entire fiasco from start to finish, and it was quite clear that the male was acting on instinct rather than any specific hunting skill. but it is also clear that the guy needs to eat something, so he is lucky that he even has a skimpy lemming to satiate his appetite. "a nice doe will probably keep you satisfied for a couple days..." the lionheart trails off, considering something. a pained expression flickers across her plain visage. "if..if you're really hungry, i can share some of my fresh kill with you. but just this once." melantha is ferociously territorial and she hates sharing, but she can tell that this mangy, emaciated lion could really use some sustenance.