06-01-2018, 04:48 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Humans? Heading here? To Snowbound?! A low growl rumbles within her chest as the lithe huntress strides over. Pallid olive eyes seem to glow with rage. Melantha hates humans. It's nothing new and she does a poor job disguising it. All her interactions with those naked two-legged bastards have been negative ones. Several scars litter her pelt, immortalizing every instance in which humans have attempted to take her life. Their inventions are fantastic and useful, but they are also what makes the humans dangerous. "Small?" questions the predator in a low voice, nigh murderous. "How many individuals exactly?" Never go into a conflict with humans without knowing the full story. Physically, they are weak, but their minds are strong and their weapons even stronger. Of course, Mel does not plan on simply scaring the bastards away. She's hungry for blood. They will not discover Snowbound and she is willing to slaughter each and every one of them to make sure that happens.