05-13-2018, 10:23 PM
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Pallid olive eyes narrow as the young snowseeker gazes upon Killua. Melantha's arrival is unsurprising. Like a shark to a single drop of blood, the elusive huntress is compelled to investigate every time the air is tainted with the familiar stench of blood. Lured to the scene from the peace of the silent tundra, the stoic female's toned figure now appears at the edge of the small crowd. She moves slowly, prowling ever closer as chiseled muscles ripple beneath a sleek pelt of tempered gold. A grave expression hardens the edges of her plain visage, disbelief evident within her shrewd gaze as squash green orbs sweep over Killua's bloodied figure pointedly.
While they certainly do not exchange childhood fantasies or trade their deepest, darkest secrets, Melantha considers the albino serval to be one of her closest friends in Snowbound. With the exception of Jacob and Harrison, she trusts Killua the most out of everyone. And she can tell when he tries to disguise the things that bother him. Because Melantha also prefers to keep her personal problems, well, personal, the golden huntress does not pry into his affairs. However, she is not afraid to make it clear that she does not believe him. Melantha is concerned. She wishes that he would reach out to her, confide in her. But she is also afraid of what he might say if she offered.
So what happens is a strange blend of concern in the disguise of accusingly pointing out that things are not, indeed, not fine. She's honest, with a heart of gold, but the poor girl is so painfully clumsy at the whole thing. Mel is a huntress, not a talker. "You do not have to sew yourself up. There are plenty of people who can help you," says the puma in response to Killua's determination in ptaching up his wounds. How stubborn is this guy? She's so concerned for him that she just wants to punch the idiot in the face!
Pallid olive eyes narrow as the young snowseeker gazes upon Killua. Melantha's arrival is unsurprising. Like a shark to a single drop of blood, the elusive huntress is compelled to investigate every time the air is tainted with the familiar stench of blood. Lured to the scene from the peace of the silent tundra, the stoic female's toned figure now appears at the edge of the small crowd. She moves slowly, prowling ever closer as chiseled muscles ripple beneath a sleek pelt of tempered gold. A grave expression hardens the edges of her plain visage, disbelief evident within her shrewd gaze as squash green orbs sweep over Killua's bloodied figure pointedly.
While they certainly do not exchange childhood fantasies or trade their deepest, darkest secrets, Melantha considers the albino serval to be one of her closest friends in Snowbound. With the exception of Jacob and Harrison, she trusts Killua the most out of everyone. And she can tell when he tries to disguise the things that bother him. Because Melantha also prefers to keep her personal problems, well, personal, the golden huntress does not pry into his affairs. However, she is not afraid to make it clear that she does not believe him. Melantha is concerned. She wishes that he would reach out to her, confide in her. But she is also afraid of what he might say if she offered.
So what happens is a strange blend of concern in the disguise of accusingly pointing out that things are not, indeed, not fine. She's honest, with a heart of gold, but the poor girl is so painfully clumsy at the whole thing. Mel is a huntress, not a talker. "You do not have to sew yourself up. There are plenty of people who can help you," says the puma in response to Killua's determination in ptaching up his wounds. How stubborn is this guy? She's so concerned for him that she just wants to punch the idiot in the face!