05-04-2018, 01:55 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Bears. Melantha hates bears. Almost as much as she hates humans. Always bullying others. Pushing people around and stealing their food. She spent many hungry nights alone because some grizzly male decided to snatch the deer carcass she spent so much time and energy bringing down. Perhaps it is wrong that Melantha allows her previous experiences to shape how she approaches strangers, but she doesn’t care. Almost every prior interaction with the bear species has led her to expect the worst from them. She’s not so dense as to believe her feelings are right, but, thus far, the bear named Kratos has yet to give her reason to believe that he is any different.
A cold expression decorates Melantha’s plain visage as she approaches, quietly stepping through the melting snow to join Killua near the front. Sagacious green eyes regard Kratos with a mixture of hostility and interest. She’s curious as to why he is here, but it is clear that she does not trust him at all. The people of Snowbound (with the exception of Killua, Cry, and herself) are unbelievably trusting and kind people and there is no reason why the newcomer should treat them this way. Not unless he thinks he is better than everyone, or something. ”Shh, Harrison,” she says softly, giving him a look that says “now is not the time.” The kid means well, but Kratos does not come across who is forgiving to anyone, even children. Best not to piss him off. ”We need to know your reasons for being here because it is pertinent to the safety of everyone who lives here,” she says dryly, choosing not to beat around the bush and state the simple facts. Not to say that Jacob can’t handle himself, but he is nice. Melantha is not. It’s the least she can do to support him and show that the people of Snowbound are not to be pushed around.
She narrows her eyes, giving the male another once over. It seems that he is not just any bear, but a mixture between two species. Scars litter his pelt, marring every open space of his body. Was he a warrior of some sort? Perhaps fighting was his profession—that would explain his bad attitude. ”Well, Kratos, my name is Melantha.” No last name, no rank. Those things are all superficial anyways. Her name is the only title that truly matters.
A cold expression decorates Melantha’s plain visage as she approaches, quietly stepping through the melting snow to join Killua near the front. Sagacious green eyes regard Kratos with a mixture of hostility and interest. She’s curious as to why he is here, but it is clear that she does not trust him at all. The people of Snowbound (with the exception of Killua, Cry, and herself) are unbelievably trusting and kind people and there is no reason why the newcomer should treat them this way. Not unless he thinks he is better than everyone, or something. ”Shh, Harrison,” she says softly, giving him a look that says “now is not the time.” The kid means well, but Kratos does not come across who is forgiving to anyone, even children. Best not to piss him off. ”We need to know your reasons for being here because it is pertinent to the safety of everyone who lives here,” she says dryly, choosing not to beat around the bush and state the simple facts. Not to say that Jacob can’t handle himself, but he is nice. Melantha is not. It’s the least she can do to support him and show that the people of Snowbound are not to be pushed around.
She narrows her eyes, giving the male another once over. It seems that he is not just any bear, but a mixture between two species. Scars litter his pelt, marring every open space of his body. Was he a warrior of some sort? Perhaps fighting was his profession—that would explain his bad attitude. ”Well, Kratos, my name is Melantha.” No last name, no rank. Those things are all superficial anyways. Her name is the only title that truly matters.