Calliope had been alerted to the two newcomers that had been gathered into this realm, and had hastened to greet them, encouraged by the promise of entertainment to temper the monotony of her daily routine. However, another had out sped her, and by the time she arrived there was little she could do but watch from the shadows as another god stole her prey from right under her. And, as irked as that left her, Calliope knew better than to engage; the risks were too great, and she was not about to expose herself just to be petty. Rashness was the main ingredient in a recipe for disaster, and she was far too intelligent to fall victim to it.

And, as if to reward her for her patience, fate chose to offer her a second chance. In a fit of fury, one of the strangers tore away from the group, sprinting away blindly into a landscape of which he knew nothing. How reckless, running off with hardly a clue as to what he’s doing here, Calliope mused as she glanced at the other wolves one last time before moving away to follow the dark-furred stranger. Luckily, I’m here to fill him in.

With her supernatural powers, Calliope had no issue keeping pace with the distraught stranger, trailing behind him with ease. But, the longer he ran, the weaker he became, and eventually he was forced to slow down. No doubt the adrenaline and shock had worn off by now, and he was starting to feel the exhaustion of his sudden energetic outburst. Observing him carefully, Calliope ascertained that now was the best time to approach him. Any earlier, and he would have just taken off again, not at all interested in what she had to say. But, if she continued to wait, then there was the chance of the god from before catching up to them and usurping her once more. No, Calliope wasn’t impulsive, but fortune favored the bold, especially those with the wit to support them.

Keeping her distance from the stranger, she summoned her magic and put it to work. In the skies overhead, her illusions gathered to create the visage of a golden eagle, plumage shining in the sunlight as it glided back and forth. Then, with a piercing shriek of a way cry, it tucked in its wings and plummeted to the earth as if it had been smitten out of the heavens. Arcing to the ground, it gained speed rapidly as it fell and spun wildly in the air. Then, at the very last second, the eagle spread its wings and beat them powerfully, pulling away from the fields below and flattening the grasses under its strength. Like a bullet, it flew towards the dark-pelted stranger, rushing towards his face and, once again, avoiding it right before there was any contact, veering off to the right. There, instead of circling back for another attack, it alighted upon a tall stone. Strong talons gripped the rock, scratching white lines into it as the eagle settled onto the perch, turning its head to fix the stranger with a fearsome glare.

“And who might you be?” The eagle questioned, tongue as sharp as the rest of her. “Bumbling around like a fool. I thought wolves taught their pups common sense.”

tags: Achlys Revin
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notes: and so the plot thickens :3c