05-14-2018, 09:25 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"]A stranger approaches. Long and thin, a sleek predator of dappled gold emerges from the distance. Coal black eyes glow dully--bored. The male seems familiar. Perhaps it is his appearance? He is oddly reminiscent of Atbash... Melantha makes a mental note to ask the new girl later if she has a brother. Until then, the plain-faced huntress regards the savannah tomcat with an equally blank expression. "We come bearing gifts," counters the girl. Well, more like gift. Singular. Just one yellow, rubber ducky. Why Jacob insisted that they bring a rubber ducky to a clan of pirates is beyond her, but Melantha has a soft spot for Jacob. She does not even question him, most days. "Is Pincher around? The gift is for him, specifically." Mel then glances back at London, as if to ask if the beautiful snow leopard had anything else to add. Maybe she brought something in addition to the terrifyingly yellow toy. Mel hopes so. She is afraid that Pincher will be offended by their meager offering. Then again, if the bastard dared refuse Jacob's sweet gift, she'd gut him. No hesitation.
For a moment, the young huntress is lost in the dark fantasy of slaughtering the bad guy in the name of her most beloved leader. She barely notices a second creature's arrival. This one is softer-spoken, but Melantha is hesitant to say that she likes the girl anymore than she likes the first. No matter what these people look like, no matter that they are allies, Melantha is slow to trust--always on the lookout for potential danger. Her scrutinizing olive gaze lingers upon Beatrice for a heartbeat before the lithe wildcat determines that the other poses no real threat. "Well met," replies the predator gruffly, offering a polite nod. "My name is Melantha. I am the Snowseeker, or second-in-command, and this is my traveling companion. I will let her introduce herself, though." Mel sucks at being nice and friendly, but she has some concept of manners. She feels like introducing London without allowing the girl a chance to speak for herself would be rude, so Melantha relinquishes control of the conversation and steps back in content silence.
For a moment, the young huntress is lost in the dark fantasy of slaughtering the bad guy in the name of her most beloved leader. She barely notices a second creature's arrival. This one is softer-spoken, but Melantha is hesitant to say that she likes the girl anymore than she likes the first. No matter what these people look like, no matter that they are allies, Melantha is slow to trust--always on the lookout for potential danger. Her scrutinizing olive gaze lingers upon Beatrice for a heartbeat before the lithe wildcat determines that the other poses no real threat. "Well met," replies the predator gruffly, offering a polite nod. "My name is Melantha. I am the Snowseeker, or second-in-command, and this is my traveling companion. I will let her introduce herself, though." Mel sucks at being nice and friendly, but she has some concept of manners. She feels like introducing London without allowing the girl a chance to speak for herself would be rude, so Melantha relinquishes control of the conversation and steps back in content silence.