[Calypso]

C a l y p s o,

Woven in the fabric of your tapestry

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Graystone head tilted downwards, the lukewarm water starting its yawning engulf of her snout. The liquid brought new life to her previously dry throat. Icy eyes closed naturally in euphoria. It was sad how such a simple thing became such a grateful pleasure. Had she been traveling that long and hard? Calypso trekked mountain after mountain, perhaps pointlessly, to get here. Where was here? She was following ghosts, blowing in the wind like a feather. She trusted the Lwa spirits to guide her. There was somewhere she was meant to be.

Was she a nomad, or a fugitive? It had been so long, Calypso couldn't tell anymore. Solitude suited her, but there was that egging at the back of her mind wanting more. A sense of belonging she never had. Oh, but she hated people. The only good wolf was a dead one, especially if male. Sacrifices could be easily made if she was important in her own right. Like she once was.

There was a pang of regret. Had Calypso made the wrong choices? She could have been the quiet, pampered wife of some warlord back home; heiress to the Duke. She growled under her breath to keep back a sob. Her father didn't deserve to be remembered. Didn't deserve to have her.

She stared at her reflection silently thereafter, willing her mind to go blank.

ooc Sorry this sucks so much xD First post and all~

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[Kyubi]

A small wind blew into the fox den that Kyubi had made for himself underneath a tree, for that day when he and Ayasha had separate goals. He had left featherfur with his captain and mate, to the herd of herbivores when a male fox had come along and ousted their original leader. Wanting to make the group that had been nice friendly and peaceful, to something akin of a military camp. So they left, and he was happy for quite a few seasons, but that was when he had heard the news that the one who had taken featherfur was gone and so he had gone to see what had actually happened. That was the day he and his mate had gone their separate ways. He had not seen the beautiful vixen ever again.

These memories where all wracking the poor old silvers foxes dreams, as he legs kicked against the wall and he instantly woke up. His eyes shooting open and he was panting heavily, as if he had been having a seizure. He sighed as he looked to his left side, no panda patterned Vixen next to him. He shifted as he stood making a small amount of sound as he padded out of the den, the new days light barely touching the treetops.

The light shining on him, and showing a little bit of gray on his muzzle showing his age. Some might think him infertile, but he chuckled at that notion he was far from that. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t old, as he headed towards his favorite drinking he smelled a strange scent. He knew it was a wolf. But it had no pack scent, or none that he could tell a loner would be his likely guess. He closed his mouth as he walked up to the wolf, “Hello there, I see you found my favorite drinking spot. I don’t mind though, after all this spot is not owned by anyone.” He said, as he stayed away a couple paces far enough from a lunge or at least one that he could calculate.

You didn’t survive if you didn’t stay on your toes, but he was hardly afraid of a wolf. For he had met one back in featherfur, but that was a whole nother story. “Names Kyubi by the way, you smell different from any wolf that I have ever known. You new to these parts?” He asked, Flicking his left ear, the blue feather sticking there as it always had. He didn’t know how this stranger would react, but he kept his cool.

[Calypso]

C a l y p s o,

Woven in the fabric of your tapestry

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Peaceful silence was pierced by a less-than-eloquent greeting. To her, it sounded like more of a horribly bad pick-up line. Either way, the proceeding end was that of a male. Teeth pressed firmly together. Calypso at first willed herself to simply ignore him, but the voice continued uninvitedly anyway. She turned sharply on her heel. Teeth did not bear at him, of course, as that was unladylike, but her eyes were daggers. She had expected to see a wolf, a bear, hell even a lion, but her neck was forced to crane downwards on a fox. Glacial gaze did not soften, however little threat he was. This 'Kyubi' was still a man, after all.

The gears in her mind were rusty. It took her far too long to come up with a halfway clever retort. “I don't remember requesting your name.” She stood tall, shoulders back, as if addressing a subordinate. As far as the witch was concerned, he was one. The remark on drinking spots would be left where it was. It was better off forgotten and left behind like her past. Too cringy for her. “I am travelling.” Said she curtly. Then eyes narrowed. “You smell exactly like every fox I've known.” Would he see through her thinly-veiled insult? Calypso doubted it. Foxes were known for their trickery, but definitely not their intelligence.

ooc Forgive anything Calypso says or thinks IC! XD She's a cold meanie

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[Kyubi]

He saw the look of pure contempt in her eyes, like he was nothing to her. Her words did not demeanor or phase him at all, oh we got a young one looking to be the next evil bitch who thinks they are all that. He thought to himself, not letting any emotions show and just gave a smirk. His tail swishing, a bit to get rid of a kink in it.

He looked up at her with a smile, “and I didn’t request for you to be here or be so unkind. But you are anyways, so there's nothing we can change about that.” He said, and watched her movements knowing he had the advantage in knowing the territory if she tried to kill him. “Traveling eh? It can be nice to travel, but with no destination in mind than what’s the point.” He said shrugging.

He noticed the insult, but let it flow off him like water with another insult, “So you got your nose up your ass than, got it or were you a humans pet dog. Because a pup could smell better than you, and they wouldn’t have to try.” He said, and stuck out his tongue as he got prepared to dodge. He knew wolves were very proud, and insulting that pride was quite fun. Especially angry bitches like this female standing before him, if she was going to insult him she might as well try harder. But if she wanted to try and kill him, than he would book it leaving her in the dust.

[Calypso]

C a l y p s o,

Woven in the fabric of your tapestry

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Calypso raised a brow. Touchy, was he? Pfft. Pride easily wounded like every male. It was actually amusing. A chuckling scoff was released from her at his 'insult'. At least it was good to know she wasn't dealing with a smartass. “I'm sure with your stature you prefer a battle of words,” Calypso stated flatly, “But it appears you are unarmed.” She would shoulder pass the small vulpine then. While she was sure the conversation would just become more cringy as the unclever fox attempted to fire back, but she hadn't the time, or care, to listen to it. It hadn't occurred to her how rude she was being. Even if it had, it was irrelevant. He was a stranger, a man, who came up to her and began chatting her up without her permission. A simple mew of greeting would have sufficed. But it was just like a man to do what he wished, without consent.

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