05-15-2018, 12:29 AM
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A golden head can just barely be seen peeking through a dense thicket, a pair of sagacious olive orbs gazing curiously upon the stranger. Truth be told, Melantha has been following this person for quite some time. Simply confronting newcomers gets boring sometimes, so Mel has been trying to spice things up recently. For example, creeping up behind an unsuspecting stranger as close as she can possibly manage before being noticed. This time, she is within several meters. But it's the awkward experience of observing the new person talk to themselves which finally forces the young predator to break her silence.
Ever so carefully, the powerful huntress emerges from the cover of the low-growing foliage, an impeccable pelt of tempered gold shining beneath the merciless eye of the sun. At this altitude during the Summer, the sun does not set for quite some time. For a creature of the night, it is less than pleasant. "Yeah, people live here." The words are awkward. Melantha sucks at talking. She's trying to be friendly but the mean, judgmental voice in her head is still reeling from experiencing someone talk to rocks. Growing up in the Wilds certainly changes people. Some talk to inanimate objects, others, like Mel, become paranoid and suspicious of everyone and everything.
The powerful huntress steps closer, chiseled muscles rippling beneath her tawny pelt. "Is there somethin' I can help ya with...?" Melantha trails off, signalling that the stranger provide their name and business. The sooner this is over-with, the sooner Mel can run home and kick herself for being so terrible at talking to people.
A golden head can just barely be seen peeking through a dense thicket, a pair of sagacious olive orbs gazing curiously upon the stranger. Truth be told, Melantha has been following this person for quite some time. Simply confronting newcomers gets boring sometimes, so Mel has been trying to spice things up recently. For example, creeping up behind an unsuspecting stranger as close as she can possibly manage before being noticed. This time, she is within several meters. But it's the awkward experience of observing the new person talk to themselves which finally forces the young predator to break her silence.
Ever so carefully, the powerful huntress emerges from the cover of the low-growing foliage, an impeccable pelt of tempered gold shining beneath the merciless eye of the sun. At this altitude during the Summer, the sun does not set for quite some time. For a creature of the night, it is less than pleasant. "Yeah, people live here." The words are awkward. Melantha sucks at talking. She's trying to be friendly but the mean, judgmental voice in her head is still reeling from experiencing someone talk to rocks. Growing up in the Wilds certainly changes people. Some talk to inanimate objects, others, like Mel, become paranoid and suspicious of everyone and everything.
The powerful huntress steps closer, chiseled muscles rippling beneath her tawny pelt. "Is there somethin' I can help ya with...?" Melantha trails off, signalling that the stranger provide their name and business. The sooner this is over-with, the sooner Mel can run home and kick herself for being so terrible at talking to people.