04-27-2018, 07:03 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]parties are not melantha's thing. she is what one would consider to be a naturalist: she eats animal foods, behaves likes an animal, and listens to her animal instincts. and her animal instincts tell her that entering a large group almost entirely composed of predators is an extremely bad idea. too many people, too may eyes, too much potential to be attacked or worse. melantha does not trust easily. she almost always expects the worst of people, especially those she is unfamiliar with. clan animals do not understand the constant fear that accompanies being forcefully removed from a childhood home and having to grow up alone in the wilds. in the wilds, the only thing scarier than a bear is a large group of creatures who can kill her.
there is no reason why mel should trust that a large event with people she has never met before will be safe, so why does she approach jacob? it's simple, really: she likes the guy. and maybe she feels a little protective over him and wants to be around to keep an eye on him. it could also be that she is more curious than she lets on, even as she approaches with a reluctant expression decorating her plain features. luckily, it seems that she is among the first to arrive. "uh, it looks...nice," she manages with an awkward smile, feeling extremely out of place. clearly melantha is not the most skilled in social situations. her sandy golden pelt gleams in the low lighting. although it is clear that she has taken the time to groom herself and don a subtle lavender perfume, melantha's appearance is very plain. she is no super model. compared to other wildcats, mountain lions are very normal looking creatures. her coloring is practical, her build functional, and there is not a single unique thing about it.
the location is filled with a fantastic aroma--a mixture of meat and seasoning and sugar--that it nearly overwhelms her senses. mel recognizes the pastries immediately from the time she encountered jacob taking a nap on a picnic blanket. as wonderful as they smell, she knows that she will be unable to enjoy the gustatory aspect of consuming them. but the pasta seems particularly appealing... the young female is nearly drawn to the food table by a primal urge before remembering that she is here for some sort of blind-dating event. according to jake, she is supposed tow rite her name and whether or not she wants a romantic encounter on a card... oh that's not going to work. "actually, i cannot write... will that be a problem?" she can read and speak, but writing? not gonna happen. and not because she cannot form her letters, but because she does not possess the ability to grasp a utensil in her paws. she refused to stoop to using her mouth to write, so she does not write at all.
there is no reason why mel should trust that a large event with people she has never met before will be safe, so why does she approach jacob? it's simple, really: she likes the guy. and maybe she feels a little protective over him and wants to be around to keep an eye on him. it could also be that she is more curious than she lets on, even as she approaches with a reluctant expression decorating her plain features. luckily, it seems that she is among the first to arrive. "uh, it looks...nice," she manages with an awkward smile, feeling extremely out of place. clearly melantha is not the most skilled in social situations. her sandy golden pelt gleams in the low lighting. although it is clear that she has taken the time to groom herself and don a subtle lavender perfume, melantha's appearance is very plain. she is no super model. compared to other wildcats, mountain lions are very normal looking creatures. her coloring is practical, her build functional, and there is not a single unique thing about it.
the location is filled with a fantastic aroma--a mixture of meat and seasoning and sugar--that it nearly overwhelms her senses. mel recognizes the pastries immediately from the time she encountered jacob taking a nap on a picnic blanket. as wonderful as they smell, she knows that she will be unable to enjoy the gustatory aspect of consuming them. but the pasta seems particularly appealing... the young female is nearly drawn to the food table by a primal urge before remembering that she is here for some sort of blind-dating event. according to jake, she is supposed tow rite her name and whether or not she wants a romantic encounter on a card... oh that's not going to work. "actually, i cannot write... will that be a problem?" she can read and speak, but writing? not gonna happen. and not because she cannot form her letters, but because she does not possess the ability to grasp a utensil in her paws. she refused to stoop to using her mouth to write, so she does not write at all.