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CALEM DELLAMORTE
Calem flashed Pao a vaguely confused look at her comment, silently trying to process how exactly his methods were funny. He'd come to their territory. He'd announced himself so that someone would come greet him. Wasn't that how it went? Her sea princess friend was the one who had tried to drown him in sand; Callie was just rolling with what was thrown at him, here, and rather thought he'd been going about this joining-a-new-coven business just perfectly. Well, minus the nearly being killed by a sea witch thing. But how was he supposed to anticipate the presence of one cute, but decidedly moody, girl?
"Who said I'm barking anywhere?" he shot back with another smile, because truthfully, he would call her baby girl regardless of his interest. Not that he wasn't interested, of course. Callie was interested in everyone. At her next statement, however, he gave pause. Well, perhaps this new girl — Pao, that was — wasn't much of an ally after all. That was less than stellar. He didn't need two girls trying to drown him in all that saltwater.
But alas: maybe he would be saved after all. The presence of others tingled along his spine, and for a moment he was relieved. One of those energies felt familiar in a way, almost comforting; he had the faintest impression of early memories, a deep voice and warm fur. His golden stare swivels towards the bobcat at he approaches, but any familiarity or relief is short lived. This one is clearly not much of a savior either, nor the jaguar right behind him. Shit.
Calem's ears flickered back, unease cutting through his demeanor as he finally came to terms with the fact that he might have made a mistake coming here. He'd felt so certain of this new home moments before, confident in the runes' guidance, but these strangers did not have the right vibes. At all. They were a far, far cry from the laid-back culture of his home coven, where children were raised communally and sexuality was open, fluid, and very present. They didn't even seem to consider the fact that he was just teasing, really; nothing Callie had said to the girls registered as abnormal to him, let alone threatening. But these pirates seemed to find him intolerable. Not exactly the sort of attention he'd been looking for.
"What's wrong with baby girl?" he grumbled, nearly under his breath, tempted to point out that she'd called him big boy. What's that an equal exchange? He wasn't super interested in fighting with anyone, though, and would much rather just turn tail and get the hell out of all of this tension. He eyed the jaguar, not quite liking the sound of even more individuals wanting to kill him via the elements, and then scowled. "I didn't say anything disrespectful, old man. Last I checked, a compliment wasn't disrespect."
Yeah, time to get out of here. He shook out his fur, shifting his weight uncomfortably as he contemplated how to extract himself from this situation, but Pao's interruption distracted him from his escape plan. He hadn't noticed her coming closer, and he relaxed slightly, wondering if she really was about to defend him after all. Well, that was fine. He could do with having one cutie on his team. But the look she gave him was definitely unsettling, and he flinched in surprise when her completely welcome touch turned out to be rather electrifying. In a bad way.
"Well, this has all been very fun," he started cheerfully, subtly shifting away from Pao so as to avoid contact with her. He would rather not be shocked again, thank you. He was fragile like that. Calem wasn't much of a scaredy cat, per se, but he also had no interest in hanging around somewhere he couldn't vibe well. No need to force himself onto some group of grouches when there were plenty of other fish in the sea, so to speak. Maybe the runes had just been confused. Maybe the runes had actually meant some place a bit beyond this one. Yeah, that was probably it.
He eyed the final threat to his health — the captain? did that mean this was the leader? — and cleared his throat, adding hastily, "Yeah, you know what, I think that's alright. You all seem like such lovely individuals and all," with personalities that certainly did not match their good looks, "But I'm not some charity case. You don't have to take me in just because I asked. I'm just gonna, you know... go now."
He eased back a step, away from Pao and especially away from the merry band of threatening pirates, absolutely unwilling to turn his back to them. He didn't think they would stop him from leaving, but Michael and Trygve might actually eat him. Or try to toss him into the sea. Callie could always just disappear on them, but that felt a lot like running away, so he'd rather just stroll away casually. Perhaps after they left first, so he knew it was safe to retreat.
"Who said I'm barking anywhere?" he shot back with another smile, because truthfully, he would call her baby girl regardless of his interest. Not that he wasn't interested, of course. Callie was interested in everyone. At her next statement, however, he gave pause. Well, perhaps this new girl — Pao, that was — wasn't much of an ally after all. That was less than stellar. He didn't need two girls trying to drown him in all that saltwater.
But alas: maybe he would be saved after all. The presence of others tingled along his spine, and for a moment he was relieved. One of those energies felt familiar in a way, almost comforting; he had the faintest impression of early memories, a deep voice and warm fur. His golden stare swivels towards the bobcat at he approaches, but any familiarity or relief is short lived. This one is clearly not much of a savior either, nor the jaguar right behind him. Shit.
Calem's ears flickered back, unease cutting through his demeanor as he finally came to terms with the fact that he might have made a mistake coming here. He'd felt so certain of this new home moments before, confident in the runes' guidance, but these strangers did not have the right vibes. At all. They were a far, far cry from the laid-back culture of his home coven, where children were raised communally and sexuality was open, fluid, and very present. They didn't even seem to consider the fact that he was just teasing, really; nothing Callie had said to the girls registered as abnormal to him, let alone threatening. But these pirates seemed to find him intolerable. Not exactly the sort of attention he'd been looking for.
"What's wrong with baby girl?" he grumbled, nearly under his breath, tempted to point out that she'd called him big boy. What's that an equal exchange? He wasn't super interested in fighting with anyone, though, and would much rather just turn tail and get the hell out of all of this tension. He eyed the jaguar, not quite liking the sound of even more individuals wanting to kill him via the elements, and then scowled. "I didn't say anything disrespectful, old man. Last I checked, a compliment wasn't disrespect."
Yeah, time to get out of here. He shook out his fur, shifting his weight uncomfortably as he contemplated how to extract himself from this situation, but Pao's interruption distracted him from his escape plan. He hadn't noticed her coming closer, and he relaxed slightly, wondering if she really was about to defend him after all. Well, that was fine. He could do with having one cutie on his team. But the look she gave him was definitely unsettling, and he flinched in surprise when her completely welcome touch turned out to be rather electrifying. In a bad way.
"Well, this has all been very fun," he started cheerfully, subtly shifting away from Pao so as to avoid contact with her. He would rather not be shocked again, thank you. He was fragile like that. Calem wasn't much of a scaredy cat, per se, but he also had no interest in hanging around somewhere he couldn't vibe well. No need to force himself onto some group of grouches when there were plenty of other fish in the sea, so to speak. Maybe the runes had just been confused. Maybe the runes had actually meant some place a bit beyond this one. Yeah, that was probably it.
He eyed the final threat to his health — the captain? did that mean this was the leader? — and cleared his throat, adding hastily, "Yeah, you know what, I think that's alright. You all seem like such lovely individuals and all," with personalities that certainly did not match their good looks, "But I'm not some charity case. You don't have to take me in just because I asked. I'm just gonna, you know... go now."
He eased back a step, away from Pao and especially away from the merry band of threatening pirates, absolutely unwilling to turn his back to them. He didn't think they would stop him from leaving, but Michael and Trygve might actually eat him. Or try to toss him into the sea. Callie could always just disappear on them, but that felt a lot like running away, so he'd rather just stroll away casually. Perhaps after they left first, so he knew it was safe to retreat.
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