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~

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

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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