Bells & Burial

Calliope was not exactly curious about the phenomenon that surrounded her home, but she could not deny that something drew her there. It was hard to miss that her family had also ventured into the newly sprouted territory with its churned dirt and towering spires. Whatever had caused the tremors and rising metal figures, the wolves of Boreas and Auster were keen on figuring it out. Frankly, Calliope only cared to figure out why if it benefitted her. While the last odd encounter had left her throat and leg scarred, it had been a fun adventure nonetheless. Perhaps, this time would be the same?

Lazily moving her large paws across the damp ground, she wound between the spires, ensuring to rub her coat along their cool surfaces whenever she got the chance. Basically, her way of saying "hey, I'm here!" without literally marking them. She was about to stop to take a gander at one that appeared to show more of those horrified faces when an unfamiliar wolf caught her attention. Pastel gaze swiveled quickly to the stranger, assessing at first before her demure appearance swiftly shifted into that of a lethal predator.

Prowling closer, she didn't hide her approach. Piercing eyes stayed firm on the wolf as she continued to hold her aggressive posture. Ears up, shoulders firm, tail swept over her back; there was nothing shy about Calliope Fallen. A clearing of her throat to grab the other's attention, she leans closer to a spire to lean her hip against it. Enjoying the stark temperature difference as it presses into her skin, she lifts a smirk onto her pale lips. "Enjoying the scenery?" She purrs, lashes batting flirtatiously at the woman.

"Speech"