Posts by calliope c.v.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]She was tempted to flash a pleading glance at his clanmates, but she refrained from doing so, deciding that she didn't want to look at them. People were disgusting. They needed to get along and be nice, but they wouldn't. "Tu merde," was all she whispered to her captor, tears in her eyes. The feeling of claws on flesh and bone was possibly one of the most painful things she'd experienced yet, and more tears flowed to her eyes. Unconsciously she arched her back, tail lashing. "Tu m-merde! Un moche, moche personne!" She didn't want him to know what she was saying, hoping it would piss him off.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]The girl offered Cotton a smile that reached her eyes. Him being back was one of the best things that had happened this week. If everyone else would just return as well... Well, then things would be nearly perfect. "It's just the truth," Callie responded, nodding to him. "But... 'Ey, do you have any questions? Do you... Want to know anything? I'm sure no one would mind answering them. I think so, anyway." She blinked at him with concern. He was apologizing for stuff he hadn't been able to control. But how was he holding up after all of it? Losing control of yourself was a scary thing - at least, she thought it would be. She hadn't had it happen to her, luckily.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]Callie limped over, careful not to tweak her back as she sat down. Despite her own frazzled mind, the girl offered Delaney what she hoped was a gracious smile. Unfortunately, it seemed like Calliope had missed the girl's joining. She would make up for that now, of course, so she immediately began with her usual, "'Ello, miss. It's nice to meet you. My name's Calliope, but you can call me Callie. Or whatever's easiest for you. Would you mind telling me your name?" And then, after a short pause, she added, "As for a question... Well, what's your favorite color? And where do you come from?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]/ jEsu s

She'd been expecting that, really. She, too, would have wanted to know what she was like, should she be possessed. But telling Cottonfawn what he'd been like without hurting him... Well, that was the hard part. Even though he was older than her, she wanted to shield him from any more pain. He, and many others, had been through so, so much. It hurt her to see them all deteriorate like this.

"Well," she began hesitantly, her black tail coiling tightly around her paws, "You were... The opposite of 'ow you usually are. I saw you around a lot, but I only spoke to you once or twice. From what I gathered, you were... 'Ow do I put it..." She was fumbling for words now, trying to figure out how to break it to him. How would he react? Would he be depressed? She sincerely hoped not. "You were mostly... Really flirty." That was putting it lightly, though. "Kind of lazy... And very violent. Or maybe I just perceived you that way? But, um, the one time I talked to you, you came up behind me and... Then your tail was, erm, sliding up my spine. I don't know if you did it to anyone else - it's probable, if I'm being honest - but that was... Weird."

Callie failed to mention just how uncomfortable that bit of contact had made her. Then again, physical contact in general wasn't really something she liked, for personal reasons. She blinked apologetically at him for a moment before adding something else in quickly: "I just 'ad to keep reminding myself it wasn't you. I'm sure some others did the same thing. And... I yelled at you - er, 'im - once, and told him that the real you wouldn't do stuff like that. I don't think it upset him though. Sorry about that."

She fell silent as the newcomer shot off his question, and within seconds her eyes were huge, ears perked. Had he just said what she thought he'd said--? Judging by Cotton's adorable reaction, he had. Quickly the girl was on her feet, and she strode over to her friend, sitting in front of him. "S-sorry, mister, but 'ee's off-limits. For right now, 'ee's busy recuperating and 'ee's not allowed to engage in, um... Physical activities. Doctor's orders." Of course, Callie was said doctor... And she didn't look apologetic in the least.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]ur smol son is joining the gay cult i see (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]Calliope trotted up beside Delaney. Seeing as the usual question had already been asked, Callie felt no need to say anything, so she simply sat down by the girl's side silently and offered both a small smile in greeting.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]Calliope trotted up near Sylmae as usual, smiling happily at the sight of yet another kid. Since she'd joined, ScarClan's activity levels had gradually been on the rise. It was lovely to see, and she was glad that things were beginning to look up. Perhaps soon the demons would be gone as well, leaving them to their own devices once more. Deciding to introduce herself to the cub - was she Zombie's child? She wasn't sure - Callie bent down a little lower, despite the fact that she wasn't much bigger. "My name's Calliope. You can call me Callie, if you want. It's nice to meet you, miss. What's your name, if I may ask?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]The cry that came from Nevin made Callie clamber up onto her three good feet before hobbling her way over. What a mess the members of ScarClan were, all torn up or suffering from different mental disorders. The thought made her shake her head and smile a little bit, and as she neared Nevin she caught sight of a sopping wet serval: Cottonfawn. A peal of giggles erupted from the small Casiraghi girl, and she sat down carefully near Nevin before looking down into the river. "'Ey, you two... Cottonfawn, you're gonna catch a cold, you know? I mean, Sylmae'll probably fix it, but still... And Nevin, are you okay? That was... A sharp sound you made there."

// EDIT:: ninja'd whoops

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]There was no way Calliope could match Faustus' muse, and there was no way she was even going to try. Not when it was 12:30 AM and she was on mobile. "I'm Calliope Casiraghi, but you can call me Callie," the girl said to no one in particular. "I'm six... Almost seven months old. My favorite food is rabbit, and I like heights and hiking. Violence isn't really my thing... And I speak broken French. I've forgotten most of that language, unfortunately." The girl shrugged a little bit, mostly to herself, before looking around for the next person to approach.

// Romans bb this is a gr8 idea
Anyway I'm bluebells !! I've been on and off on this site since about 2012 and I've been through so many different characters woo. My most notable ones would probably be Vanillabiscotti (I inherited her from my sister though so I guess she doesn't count), but she was the deputy of The Rift in its earlier days as TidalClan (8 I also had Silverbells in The Rift. My most successful character would have to be Icedtea Venice, who led DarkClan about a year and a half ago before I killed her off in a fire. She was kind of a hoe tbh ://
Anyway I love getting PMs so if you have any questions or want to roleplay feel free to talk to me !! Except if we become friends I might not leave you alone so?¿
Also romance plots are >>>> so I mean hmu yo

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]Calliope made her way slowly up by Tetramaine's other side, her eyes carefully scanning over the stranger before she lowered her haunches to the ground. Seeing as the proper question had already been asked, Callie was silent, ears perked and head slightly tilted to the side.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]Calliope made her way over, moving her shoulders as little as possible to avoid tweaking her back too much. Based on what she'd heard as she was walking over, the others were... guessing ages? And seeing as Caf was at the center of it all, it was safe for her to assume that they were guessing his age. She was terrible at this kind of stuff, but she'd try anyway. "Maybe somewhere in between?" She asked. "Fifteen months, give or take a few?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]i think they sell cuddle buddies on ebae

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]Calliope appeared at Delaney's side a little bit later, her eyes immediately drawn to the pride bracelet on the newcomer's wrist. She smiled a little bit at the sight of it, wondering just how long it would be until the #GayCult took over all of ScarClan. Not that she'd mind it, though - they were all pretty adorable and she adored all of them.

Shaking her head to clear it, she lifted her eyes to the stranger's, offering softly, "'Ey there, mister. My name's Calliope, but you can call me whatever you'd like. It's nice to meet you."

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;] starfox windclan for sure tho
ooor somewhere else it's w/e yahnoo ; ))

Dan i bought her butt there omg!!!

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]you could always ask for post counts in each clan for last month to try and see which activity level appeals to you the most (8 i think scarclan made about 6,000 so you could judge it based on that.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]you should do it then !! with shapeshifting in case you want to turn back into her old one

&& tbh who knows eskie it's just out there floating around in the butt market r n

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]// i swear i responded to this ??

Her moment of false bravado was over in seconds. Guilt and confusion was filling her veins, and she was finding it hard to think straight. She was sure Red was feeling the same way, based on his jumbled-up words and actions. 'What the hell are you doing, Calliope?' She asked herself.

She wasn't entirely sure.

She had to defend B - that was what friends did, right? But then again, he'd told her not to do anything. And she also had to stand by her Clan; Red was right. But she couldn't do both and either way someone was going to get hurt, be it Boypaw, herself, or Red. She didn't like this at all.

I am perfectly within my boundaries here and you? Are not.

The girl withered in place as the full truth of his words hit her. He was right; she was new here. She wasn't even a high position. Why had she thought her opinion would matter? Was that how things worked in Clans? 'If you're not a high position, you can shove your opinion up your ass'? Or was this all okay because he was from an enemy Clan? If you were a high position, were you entitled to do whatever you wanted? Did it automatically mean you were right every time because you were trusted by the leader?

If she hadn't stopped to walk with him out in the fields that day then maybe this wouldn't be happening. Or maybe it would have anyway, and she'd just be another bystander sitting and watching this whole thing happen like she had with Sylmae and Roy. The thought made her sick. The B she was seeing right now was so, so different from the smiling, joking boy she'd met that day, and even though she understood why, it still made her uncomfortable.

As Meliodas made his way over and spoke, Callie struggled to keep from throwing a glare his way. What was up with him? She was almost positive he was the peaceful type, like herself and Cottonfawn. Was he possessed too? And then- Red was telling B to hit him? There was no way he would hit back, right?

Wrong.

She stifled a gasp of surprise as B threw out his paw, the fur on her back rising. What was Red thinking? Was this a plot? Was he using this as a reason to hit back, to start a full-on fight? She had a bad feeling about this, but she remained quiet this time, crouching down in place and trying to figure out what was going to happen.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]// track bc stranger danger

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]Calliope was nodding along with Zombie's words, since her knowledge of herbs was quite limited. However, as the group fell silent, she looked around awkwardly. She had no idea what questions to ask, nor did she know which ones could be considered acceptable. However, deciding she disliked the silence, the girl finally piped up, "Do you think you could tell us how to seal up really big wounds? And how to set bones?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 405px;]// your muse is so lovely ; v ;

Calliope wasn't entirely sure what time it was, but it looked like the sun was beginning to sink in the far horizon, so she assumed it was getting sort of late. Despite this she was still out and about, her eyes scanning the trees, faint glimpses of the border peeking through the trunks every so often.

There had been another influx of joiners as of late, and since she'd joined ScarClan a little over a week ago, she was already quite used to how things worked around here. It seemed that new members would come in waves before gradually disappearing, at which point another wave would take its place, keeping things fresh. She quite enjoyed it, to be honest.

The girl paused in her walk at the sight of a shadow by the border, visible only through a slight gap in the trees. Curious now, the girl turned, pushing her way through the bushes and avoiding low-hanging branches so they didn't hit her cuts and minor scrapes. She was almost sure that the sight of her paw - dangling limply from her hind leg - would disturb the newcomer a bit, so she did her best to accommodate by hiding it as well as she could.

She made her way over to the impatient-looking male before gently settling herself on the ground, blinking curiously at him. "'Ello there," she greeted, "my name's Calliope. You can call me whatever you'd like, though. What's your name? And why are you here?"