their fall from grace will pave their path
cal
11-17-2024, 11:51 AM
Calliope does not budge and does not falter when Bjorn enters her space. She stands firm, paws planted against the slick stone beneath them. Her pastel gaze meets his, a fire in both their eyes that speaks volumes. Their destinies hung in a fine balance and every decision they made would carve their paths. What he speaks, what he tempts her with, is delectable and honestly hard to refuse. Burning the world from the ground up would be everything of her dreams. And with a handsome man at her side? Oh, how delicious!
Yet, she sees it. Lingering in his vision, in his words. To Bjorn, he would be ruler. He would be the one calling the shots. For as good as they could be together, they would be frightfully terrible. It would be a constant power struggle between them. She was not meant to share the spotlight - even if she was waiting for her moment with her sisters. They soon would terrorize the world as they know it.
Silence settles over their electrifying tension. Their breath intermingles, twisting and twirling as their noses practically touch. The fur along her spine and scruff bristles as well as her belly curls with enticement and pleasure. She yearns and loves that heat that spreads throughout her groin. The simple thought of fury and violence made her mouth water. It took all of her strength not to take the boy right then and there, out in the open for everyone to see.
Excruciatingly slow, Calliope closes the centimeters worth of distance between them. Smashing her lips upon his, her front teeth grasp at his lower lip, pulling sharply before releasing. A harsh exhale leaves her parted mouth as her brilliant pastel gaze stays firm upon his ice blues. "You drive a hard bargain," Calliope's husky tone is a bare whisper in the chilly air between them. "Return to me when you have built a formidable group and I will consider it," she spoke carefully as her heart hammered in her chest. She had to play her cards right or everything might crash and burn. If the hopeful and fiery shadow could prove himself a worthy leader, she might just take the risk.
"Speech"
Yet, she sees it. Lingering in his vision, in his words. To Bjorn, he would be ruler. He would be the one calling the shots. For as good as they could be together, they would be frightfully terrible. It would be a constant power struggle between them. She was not meant to share the spotlight - even if she was waiting for her moment with her sisters. They soon would terrorize the world as they know it.
Silence settles over their electrifying tension. Their breath intermingles, twisting and twirling as their noses practically touch. The fur along her spine and scruff bristles as well as her belly curls with enticement and pleasure. She yearns and loves that heat that spreads throughout her groin. The simple thought of fury and violence made her mouth water. It took all of her strength not to take the boy right then and there, out in the open for everyone to see.
Excruciatingly slow, Calliope closes the centimeters worth of distance between them. Smashing her lips upon his, her front teeth grasp at his lower lip, pulling sharply before releasing. A harsh exhale leaves her parted mouth as her brilliant pastel gaze stays firm upon his ice blues. "You drive a hard bargain," Calliope's husky tone is a bare whisper in the chilly air between them. "Return to me when you have built a formidable group and I will consider it," she spoke carefully as her heart hammered in her chest. She had to play her cards right or everything might crash and burn. If the hopeful and fiery shadow could prove himself a worthy leader, she might just take the risk.
Warning: Calliope is callous, rude, and unpredictable. Do NOT expect nice things from her.