finders keepers

Calliope doesn't back off as the stranger rolls to his paws in a lazy fashion. His demeanor is both infuriating and tantalizing. Oh how she wants to dig her teeth into his neck. Already, a displeased rumbling noise built in her chest. Who was he and why the fuck did he think he had any say here on this beach? Her beach. She's not sure what to say in response, a tad unsure what he means by writing his own name. Just as her head cants to the side, about to question what he meant, her eyes fly wide in surprise as his leg lifts in her direction.

As the stream flies toward the sand between them, Calliope is quick to hop back to avoid being pissed on or any splatter that may come from the puddle. Anger finally boils to the surface of her expression. She had figured she could've gotten under his skin enough to entice a fight, but clearly he was the winner in that aspect. A growl emits from her snarling lips as she lunges toward the guy aiming to grab ahold of his leg that had been hiked up in the air.


Calliope F
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