The Unraveling - It Burns

It was supposed to be a Calliope and Siduri day. Not a fight a fucking blazing lava fire worm day. Or keep an eye on annoying little brothers or other Raider pups. Who by the way were being rounded up by who? Lyra sure, but not Raider wolves? Touching her Raider pups? Not while she was around.

Bristling with only a fury that Calliope could muster, she pauses when Sakana's voice pipes up. Ah, yes, let healy boy deal with the whelps. She had better things to deal with. Like said blazing lava fire worm. Her hardened pastel gaze lingers on the two older wolves who were attempting to help Lyra. Everything she meant was said in that glare. Touch them and it won't be the worm killing you today.

Satisfied that the youngest would be safe, Calliope turns her attention to the other older Raiders. She looks to Kaija, an odd feeling rippling through her chest. She was okay. Scylla hadn't harmed her after all, but why hadn't she come home? Her brows draw together. Now wasn't the time. Turning to look at Tarnish, Sakana, Tide, and Siduri, Calliope assesses from a distance. Everyone seemed to be throwing at it minus Kaija who leaped to attack any part of it.

From the top of the writhing worm as splatters of lava spread around down toward the burnt charcoal crater that sizzled and steamed, Calliope looks for a weakness. Any weakness. From the corner of her eye, she sees a familiar wolf that is on the Raider death list. Should she push her in? Sacrifice the old bitch to the worm? Wouldn't that be satisfying? A smirk begins to form on her pale lips as she slinks closer to Bellamy. "You're lucky there's a crowd," she hisses to Bellamy, a cackle rising into the chaotic air before Calliope moves on. No, she'd spare the woman for now. Let the worm do its job.

Looking once more to her siblings as she walks slowly toward the edge of the crater, she ignores the way the ground warms beneath her paws. How the ground trembles with each movement of the worm. It was clear that the worm was pissed. Infinitely agitated and ready to suck them into hell with it. But what if she could get out? She survived the worm from her nightmares. Why couldn't she survive this one? Seeking still, Calliope notices the rim of a hole deeper within the crater. Was it possible to make it there? Was that the worm's weak spot? Compared to that of its lava shrouded tendrilled head?

Careful to avoid the open pits of flame that lick along her legs, Calliope greets the edge of the crater and begins a descent downward. The hard rock is far hotter than out on the surface. Ten fold hotter and suddenly she's regretting her decision, but there's no turning back now. If she can get as closer to the worm as possible, maybe she can hit its weak spot. Quickly now, Calliope used her long legs and light frame to move closer to the worm. Leaping over flame and coal, she aims for the worm's belly, the space between its legs or whatever those weird looking things were. Her teeth seek to make impact, sink into whatever skin or scale it had. Dead or alive, she would bring the beast down.

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