09-08-2018, 02:54 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]Muted pawsteps announce the arrival of another although, unlike the others, she does not even attempt to conceal her presence. Melantha is confident enough in her hierarchical status that no one would make the mistake of messing with her. Mel is generally a passive creature who minds her own business unless provoked, which is not recommended. She isn't above murder in self-defense. Or beating someone into submission. The reason for her interest in Valkyr is that she spotted the male returning from gods only know where during one of her usual patrols. In spite of her indifference towards slavery as a whole, she could not deny the unusual circumstances surrounding the sha creature. As far as she can tell, he is not the sort to go around breaking rules.
Although the strong arm does not witness Tsuyu freeze the door shut, she does spot the nasty little pest sitting on the wall. Melantha does not bother to conceal her disgust at the sight of the slave, for she has deemed the hybrid disagreeable irregardless of Tsuyu's slave status.
"Valkyr?" she calls in a crisp, clear voice. Melantha does not bust down the door, and instead chooses to stand patiently beyond the threshold. "I need your assistance with something." Something about the situation makes the young huntress suspicious. The layer of frost on the door, Tsuyu sitting on the wall, the eerie quiet of the night...
Although the strong arm does not witness Tsuyu freeze the door shut, she does spot the nasty little pest sitting on the wall. Melantha does not bother to conceal her disgust at the sight of the slave, for she has deemed the hybrid disagreeable irregardless of Tsuyu's slave status.
"Valkyr?" she calls in a crisp, clear voice. Melantha does not bust down the door, and instead chooses to stand patiently beyond the threshold. "I need your assistance with something." Something about the situation makes the young huntress suspicious. The layer of frost on the door, Tsuyu sitting on the wall, the eerie quiet of the night...