finders keepers

Her mouth full of puppy teeth go snapping and clacking at anything she can get ahold of. Droplets of blood splatter the sand around them as she successfully pokes and prods and bites him enough until he relents. Tossing her to the side, ribs and cheek hitting the sand with a thump, Calliope is quick to look up at the boy who is... dying? His yipes and yowls are loud and though deep and graveling, have a pitch to them that make her ears fold backward.

As he continues on with his dramatics, Calliope comes to her paws, shaking off the sand. Moving to his now "lifeless" body, she tilts her chin down, hovering over his face. "You look so good dead that I'm tempted to make it for real," she hisses into his ear as she lifts a paw to gently stroke a dull claw along his cheek and down to the soft, tender area just beneath his cheekbone.

Calliope F
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