05-07-2018, 06:07 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Lead a hunting patrol? Out of all the tasks Harrison could have given her, this one is probably the most forgiving. However, the young huntress is not taken by the idea of joining together with a bunch of idiots to do a task which she can easily complete on her own, in probably a lesser amount of time, too. Why must she collaborate with others when she is more efficient individually? It certainly does not take a pack of Snowbound residents to hunt and kill a couple of rabbits. Chiseled muscles ripple beneath a sleek pelt of tempered gold as Melantha stalks across the barren tundra--a beautifully plain masterpiece of destruction. She is perfectly built for strength and stealth. Her appearance allows her to fade into the scenery of almost any environment. Her senses allow her to be a successful predator in almost any habitat.
Melantha is, by nature, a solitary huntress, and it annoys her that she much share her favorite pastime with a bunch of random people. But she was given a job to do, albeit by a tiny kitten named Harrison, and she will do it regardless of her personal feelings. Mel does not want to disappoint the child. Besides, it's not like conducting a hunting patrol is hard. She just doesn't want to do it. Grumbling under her breath, the battle-scarred wildcat slows to a halt outside the main entrance to the tunnels. Her expression is extremely unenthusiastic, long serpentine tail swishing behind her in irritation. "If anyone wishes to join me on a hunting patrol, you have five minutes to make up your mind and then I'm leaving," Melantha is normally just cold, but today she is in a particularly rare form. She's been very homesick recently, and it affects the amount of sleep she gets. And a sleep deprived Melantha is not someone to hang around for long.
Melantha is, by nature, a solitary huntress, and it annoys her that she much share her favorite pastime with a bunch of random people. But she was given a job to do, albeit by a tiny kitten named Harrison, and she will do it regardless of her personal feelings. Mel does not want to disappoint the child. Besides, it's not like conducting a hunting patrol is hard. She just doesn't want to do it. Grumbling under her breath, the battle-scarred wildcat slows to a halt outside the main entrance to the tunnels. Her expression is extremely unenthusiastic, long serpentine tail swishing behind her in irritation. "If anyone wishes to join me on a hunting patrol, you have five minutes to make up your mind and then I'm leaving," Melantha is normally just cold, but today she is in a particularly rare form. She's been very homesick recently, and it affects the amount of sleep she gets. And a sleep deprived Melantha is not someone to hang around for long.