Greek Takeover

It was time to show up as the unified force that they were. No true ally to either side. A neutral party all on their own. Waiting with bated breath to watch the potential upheaval of the century. A kingdom may fall flat on its face by the end of the day. Because of this, as the challenging call rang out, Calliope knew she would need to follow. On her sister's steps, listening to the clink of booze bottles as they retreat past their borders and over to the Battlefield. Neutral territory. A perfect place to stir some shit up.

With a cruel smirk sweeping over her pale lips, Calliope scans the small, but growing crowd. These wolves are unrecognizable. Fodder to their grand plan. It would not be with fear that they watch the scenes unfold, but with excitement. Would the Warlord fall or reign supreme? Fresh blood wasn't always a bad thing, but to go straight for the throat of the supposed elite? She couldn't help but snort, holding back a laugh.

Settling in on the other side of Deluge, Calliope unceremoniously plops onto the dirt, stretching out her svelte build. Allowing her eyes to linger on the challenger for one more moment, she finds herself unimpressed. What did he bring to the table aside from his ego? Flicking her gaze to Deluge, snagging a bottle off the hip holster, she takes a deep drink, wiping her lips with a paw. "Ah, time to get the party started," deepened, cruel tones slice through the tension in the air, continuing to drink.

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