05-03-2018, 11:31 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Melantha has only ever been who she is. A mountain lion. A hunter. A predator. She cannot relate to the experience of leaving one body in exchange for another, or falling from the world of gods into the world of mortals. The young female is perfectly normal and fantastically mundane. No powers. No switching bodies. No people praying at her alter. She is a huntress, and so she lives amid nature whilst adhering to her natural calling. It is strange to her to witness animals consuming human food or speaking of living among those two-legged monsters. It is even stranger to see people control the elements and manipulate their appearance how they see fit. Melantha was much happier back home where things were normal and easy to understand. But home is miles upon miles away and she is stranded in the winter wonderland that is Snowbound, so she does her best to adjust. Granted, it is rather slow-going--Melantha is particularly resistant to change. Stubborn might be a better word.
The scent of a stranger lures the young predator to the border. She approaches silently, carefully altering her trajectory to keep herself downwind of the unknown person. Melantha creeps closer and closer, pausing a fair distance away to peer through the cover of the foliage so to observe the unfamiliar animal. A black wolf. Yellow eyes. Female. Wounded. Assured that the other person posed no immediate threat, Mel finally reveals herself, stepping silently through the trees. "Who are you and what is your business here?" she questions in a cold tone. The youth is not being unfriendly, just professional. She takes no chances when it comes to interacting with strangers, and wastes no time getting down to business. She is not one for flowery words and beating around the bush. Other can take it as they will, but Mel is simply ensuring the safety of the people she lives with. She can afford to be sloppy and accidentally allow a serial killer to join their ranks. That puts everyone at risk.
Sagacious olive green eyes flicker across the she-wolf's figure, hovering momentarily over the wound as a thoughtful expression flickers across her plain visage. "I can patch that up if you would like," she offers, though it is clear from her tone that such a thing will only occur once Natasha has proven that she is not a threat. "Nothing fancy, but enough to hold you over until a proper medic can examine it." See? Mel is not heartless. She's just paranoid.
The scent of a stranger lures the young predator to the border. She approaches silently, carefully altering her trajectory to keep herself downwind of the unknown person. Melantha creeps closer and closer, pausing a fair distance away to peer through the cover of the foliage so to observe the unfamiliar animal. A black wolf. Yellow eyes. Female. Wounded. Assured that the other person posed no immediate threat, Mel finally reveals herself, stepping silently through the trees. "Who are you and what is your business here?" she questions in a cold tone. The youth is not being unfriendly, just professional. She takes no chances when it comes to interacting with strangers, and wastes no time getting down to business. She is not one for flowery words and beating around the bush. Other can take it as they will, but Mel is simply ensuring the safety of the people she lives with. She can afford to be sloppy and accidentally allow a serial killer to join their ranks. That puts everyone at risk.
Sagacious olive green eyes flicker across the she-wolf's figure, hovering momentarily over the wound as a thoughtful expression flickers across her plain visage. "I can patch that up if you would like," she offers, though it is clear from her tone that such a thing will only occur once Natasha has proven that she is not a threat. "Nothing fancy, but enough to hold you over until a proper medic can examine it." See? Mel is not heartless. She's just paranoid.