Calliope

Design by eleutheriahaswon - #2410

Calliope: | Captivating | Persuasive | Absent Minded | Confidential | Spiritual | Superstitious | Questioning | Persevering |

"HELP!"

Her howl pierced the cold night air as she was surrounded by her "mate's" bounty hunters. The three wolves only snickered as she stood braced against their advances. Feelings of despair and defeat rushed over her as she cast another longing gaze towards the towering mountain peaks. The Banished Lands had been her only chance, and she wasn't fast enough... Her heart sank in her chest as one of the males ordered her to get moving. Calliope was no fool. She couldn't outrun, outfight, or outwit three wolves. If she was lucky, their heir of the royal class would only punish her for running. Treason would certainly lead to more than one tortuous night. Sinking down into a submissive posture, she obediently nodded and turned away from her only possible safe haven. 

The group didn't get far before setting up camp in the tree line just at the edge of the prairie. One of the males was selected to guard for a few hours while everyone else bedded down. Calliope was forced to sleep wedged between two of the bulky beasts. Every time she moved or breathed, the bounty hunters would know. From every rumor she had heard over the years, they were notoriously light sleepers. She tried to force herself to go to sleep, but the attempt was all in vain. Silently, she stared off into the darkness.

Perhaps it was a trick of the moonlight, but Calliope perked up slightly as she gazed into the darkness. For a brief moment, she could've sworn she saw yellow eyes staring back at her. Everything was silent - almost eerily slow as she counted down the passing minutes. Suddenly, there was a thunderous snarl followed by a sharp yelp. Calliope jerked her head up as the two bounty hunters leapt to her paws. One of the bounty hunters slunk forward while the other stayed beside her. There was still no escape for her. 

"Come out, meatheads," snapped a cold, firm voice. "I'm not going to ask twice." The wolf that spoke sounded feminine, but it was clear that she spoke with conviction, no matter how tinted it was with annoyance. After a shared look, the bounty hunters gathered their prisoner and stepped out to find their companion pinned down by a bulky, dark male. They bore their fangs and tensed as if to leap forward before an icy voice stopped them in their tracks. "Don't be so stupid."

Calliope glanced into the darkness just in time to see a yellow-eyed canine step into the open. Sleek and dark with a wicked frown on her face, the mysterious female seemed rather irritated. She had seen yellow eyes! 

One of the bounty hunters snarled, "Release our companion. We are on official Phelenam business!"

"You are on the border of The Banished Lands, you are harassing a female, and you have the audacity to toss an order at me?" Yellow eyes narrowed. "Your drowsiness must be clouding your judgement, or Southerners have really lost all of their senses."

A snarling response fell from one of Calliope's captors. "We never stepped paw on your turf. This female is property of the heir of Phelenam!"

"Property?!" The strange dame scoffed. "You are really trying my patience. Cut your loses, boys. Release the female or your friend dies... You'll follow suit." 

"HA!" One of the brutes laughed. His mania was mostly directed at the male hovering over his partner. "You just let this snake order you around? What kind of Alpha are you?"

In almost the blink of an eye, the pinned wolf's neck was slashed open and the strange male had leapt for the wolf who had insulted him. Snarls, flashing teeth, and yelps were passed before the second bounty hunter lay dying on the ground. Calliope trembled in fear as she watched the yellow-eyed female pin and linger over the third, bloodied male. "Tell your dear heir that The Banished Lands sends their regards. Please feel free to tell them we don't have Alphas here."

"We have Kings."

Calliope was a young wolf when she began to attract the attention of males. Her beauty and childish nature made her easy to get along with, adorable, and easy to love. She kept most of her thoughts and opinions to herself - preferring to go with the flow of the company around her. Her pack was quite small. They lived beneath the ruling of a larger pack. Their pack was secluded from the ruling class for the most part. She was sheltered from the horrors of war due to the ruling pack taking on the brunt of the violence in exchange for tithes. 

When the ruling pack came to gather their monthly tithe of food and goods, the heir of the ruling pack met Calliope. He fell in love. She, as per usual, went with the flow. Her cheery, heartwarming nature invited the male to imagine a lifetime with the beautiful dame. Though she loathed his doting, demeaning attitude, she went with him for the good of her pack in exchange for two years free of tithes. Little did she know, a ruthless world often made ruthless wolves. 

Her reality was soon subservience and utter submission. She was at the whim of a crude male who saw her only as his possession. Calliope was beginning to lose hope for any sort of normalcy. It wasn't until she heard tales of The Banished Lands Pack that she felt a desire for freedom. If she could make it to the desolate lands those wolves called home, maybe the heir wouldn't bother to follow her. One night, she stole away and left her "home." She ran. She ran far and fast. Despite her best attempts, she was unable to make it to The Banished Lands. Only by sheer luck, Voyager and Dyani heard her howls of distress. The desperate call for help urged them to step in. Voyager and Dyani were successful in "chasing off" the wolves and essentially rescuing Calliope. She has been fully accepted into the pack.

With soft, sandy brown colors and light silver ticking along her body, Calliope is quite the sight. Her gentle hues match her overall quaint, captivating personality. This dame is an all-around easy wolf to talk to. She rarely holds grudges, and she is incredibly forgiving when it comes to the downfalls or vices of others. Tolerant to a fault, she is slowly starting to develop more of a spine with the help of some of her fellow huntresses. Now that she is standing firm for some of her beliefs, she has become quite the persuasive canine. Both her looks, her charm, her tone, and her logical words lead to her being quite the adversary in most of the pack debates.

Though a bit superstitious and questioning, Calliope is easy to work with. She takes her role as a chaser very seriously. Occasionally she will bury bits of meat in order to help her run faster. Though a bit quirky, she strives to better herself for the good of the pack. She contributes, pulls her weight, and is often quick to adapt to any situation. Calliope is a wonderful mediator and an amazing addition to the pack.