finders keepers

Who listened to rules anyway? Apparently, as the Raid King and Queen's daughter, she was supposed to be an example of those rules. And while that generally meant she was allowed to cause chaos, going after the little fuck had not been within those parameters. She had just wanted to tease him. Get under his skin and make him squirm. Anyone who thought it was important to say sorry to the pack that attacked them was weak in her eyes. Appeasing the enemy? Foolish.

But of course. Examples were being made. If that antlered red girl was getting kicked for simply huffing and puffing away from the meeting, then that meant she would be booted as well. Her temper rose because of it. The fur along her spine bristling as she stalked along the beach. It didn't help that her first birthday approached. A surge of hormones, emotions, and teenage-hood would do Calliope no good for her already volatile state.

Stomping through the sand wasn't exactly graceful either. Every step sunk her deeper, sliding slightly and causing her to nearly stumble. Frankly, it helped dissipate the pissed off mood she was currently in. Stumbling and sliding around the soft sand really took the effort out of being mad. Letting out a defeated sigh, the girl stopped and looked around. Why did her parents want this shitty beach anyway? Her brow wrinkles until she spies a male not far away yawning as if he had nothing better to do.

Interest piques in her as she makes her way over. "Who do you think you are standing here on my beach?" Calliope commands, her lips trembling slightly with a snarl as she allows her body posture to slip into an aggressive stature.


Calliope F
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