Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last
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Calliope is there, as restless as hungry lion, as the courts file into the meeting ground.
She's there to nod grimly as Florentine and Asterion walk by with hope and youth a glimmer in their eyes. There is nothing left for her to say, no warnings she has left to give. But that nod, a short and wicked dip of her horn promises that their lives will not be forfeit by trusting a god. Calliope refuses to let such a thing happen.
It would not be the first time that she's smiled at a god and promised to find an end to faith.
She's there to watch with a warning as the dragon court filters by. I know, her eyes seem to say between blinks. I know, that horn upon her head flashes in the daylight and echoes the words of her eyes. Her body is tight, coiled like a wildcat, as she watches them go by with a confidence as thick as air. They walk by as if guilt is nothing more than a fleeting dream that they perhaps once had.
That is when her rage first begins. It roars in her blood like a maelstrom, a hurricane, an abyss that even an entire world cannot fill.
When the gates close behind them all her rage begins to overflows. It trembles out into her muscles and she paces back and forth, back and forth. Her tail lashes about her legs like a whip as she paces. Had that lion still lingered in her bones she would have roared for the gods, for the way they always swallow up the believers behind stone as if they are nothing more than dust to sweep away from sight.
She can hear nothing vital on the this side of the wall. Only the soft sound of other horses at her back, other mortals left behind. Calliope isn't sure which of them are the trapped ones. Perhaps all of them are and this is nothing more than another world gods will destroy with ignorance and greed. They act as if they could hope to understand the fire and fury of a mortal, the way they rise up and up against like a sea.
And then the world trembles and the gates collapse into rubble and she knows without doubt that Asterion and Florentine are trapped.
Calliope erupts.
This is the rage that shook Velius when her sister was stolen. The rage that struck down dragons for vengeance and watched them wither and die in payment. This is the rage that electrified an entire sea and trapped an entire herd of sick monsters and left them to die.
This is the darkness of Calliope, the monster, the unicorn, the lion ,the reaper. Her bones feel alive with war, with fury, with a lightning storm that needs no thunder or bolts to consume everything in its path. Perhaps it's a blessing her magic is gone, dried to dust in this world of faceless gods. If she still had her storms and lion teeth nothing of Novus would have been left by the time this rage burns out.
She lunges towards the rubble, leaping upon the incline of it as only a unicorn might. The rocks are slick and slide under her hooves but she's headless of the recklessness of her fury. All she knows is rage and how it feels like a volcano is rising beneath her skin. She has even forgotten the names of the horses are her back, so consuming is this hate.
A war cry rents the odd stillness that follows the collapse of the gate. It rumbles through her chest like a roar. It's a gunshot in the silence, a tolling of a death-bell, the cry of a gavel as the scales of justice tip way out of line.
Calliope screams and screams and screams.
This rage of hers knows no boundaries now that it's been set loose.
@Random Events
NOTE: This takes place right after the gates of the meeting area crumbled and trapped the court leaders inside. Anyone is welcome and encouraged to join.
