i'll be barbie, you be ken

To nobody's surprise, Calliope was in a mood. A moody-mood sort of mood that made her want to lash out. Mm, yes. Inflict pain, suffering, chaos. All those negative, bad things that others would typically cringe at. She didn't care though. No, actually, the sight of blood made her smile. Weird, but alright. The girl is strange and it makes her kind of pissed off. Would others call it blood thirsty? Not that she had a word for it. She was a baby. A baby with too large paws and sharp teeth that needed to cut into someone's skin.

As it would happen, her brother, Ken, was just the target. Walking into the dilapidated building they called home, Cal let out a puppy-like howl for her brother. "KENNY!" She screeches as she prowls through the shadowed hallways. Her hair is already standing on end and her bright blue eyes search for him.