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CALEM DELLAMORTE
Callie was having a very mixed response to this turn of events. On one hand, this chick was clearly prickly as hell — all puffy fur and eyes shining with anger. This all seemed just a bit too tense for him; he was a lover, not a fighter, and he didn’t particularly care to be drowned. However, she was also cute as hell with that aforementioned puffy fur and growing eyes. And it was kind of hilarious to see her fluff up in rage over a little bit of wind in her face. He was willing to have fun with her — he just didn’t want to get too caught up in some hissing match out here. It was damned hot.
”Ooh, kinky,” he teased, more amused by her face-in-tree-trunk threat than concerned about it. The impending threat of being drowned in saltwater did creep him out a bit — something about the idea of drowning just bothered him fundamentally — but Callie powered through. Eventually she’d pick up on the fact that he’d rather hit on her than hit her, right? ”I am cute, thank you. So are you. What was your name again?”
The approach of a new flare of energy — this one warmer, zesty — caught just attention, and he eyed the newcomer with interest. Good, good: someone to save him from the wicked sea princess of the west coast. And she was cute, too. Excellent. Callie liked the idea of this place already. Thank you, runes, for sending me to hottie island.
”What the hell is a Grim Ray?” he asked idly as his little urchin friend spoke on his behalf. He wasn’t bothered by it — she could speak for him whenever she wanted. His golden state was fixed on the long-tailed betty now, though, and he added with a smile, ”Hey there, baby girl. I’m Calem. Are you going to protect me from your friend here? My pleasure usually doesn’t involve me being knocked out, honestly.”
He tossed a wink at the demigod, clearly unfettered by her vocal confirmation of her distaste for him.
”Ooh, kinky,” he teased, more amused by her face-in-tree-trunk threat than concerned about it. The impending threat of being drowned in saltwater did creep him out a bit — something about the idea of drowning just bothered him fundamentally — but Callie powered through. Eventually she’d pick up on the fact that he’d rather hit on her than hit her, right? ”I am cute, thank you. So are you. What was your name again?”
The approach of a new flare of energy — this one warmer, zesty — caught just attention, and he eyed the newcomer with interest. Good, good: someone to save him from the wicked sea princess of the west coast. And she was cute, too. Excellent. Callie liked the idea of this place already. Thank you, runes, for sending me to hottie island.
”What the hell is a Grim Ray?” he asked idly as his little urchin friend spoke on his behalf. He wasn’t bothered by it — she could speak for him whenever she wanted. His golden state was fixed on the long-tailed betty now, though, and he added with a smile, ”Hey there, baby girl. I’m Calem. Are you going to protect me from your friend here? My pleasure usually doesn’t involve me being knocked out, honestly.”
He tossed a wink at the demigod, clearly unfettered by her vocal confirmation of her distaste for him.
IT'S TWELVE O'CLOCK IN SOHO, BABY
MALE
08 MONTHS
BETA
THE TYPHOON
CANCER
GOLD EYES
GREY & WHITE
FELINE
NECROMANCY
HEALER
WITCHCRAFT
© DELPHI
& THAT DAY WE'LL WATCH THE END OF THE WORLD:
THE LOVE, THE DARK, THE LIGHT, THE FLAME