TIME IS A BUTTERFLY, I'M RIPPING OFF WINGS ooc. pre-emptively marked M because of the boys Some exploration was in order, now that he had tracked down the unofficial Matriarch of the clan. Perhaps he, too, would opt to settle here. At least for now. Winter was beginning to tighten its grip on the northern continent, but he rarely found himself troubled by the cold temperatures. To a certain degree, he enjoyed when the snow covered everything and his breath escaped in wisps of mist. The biting chill of the ocean, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. Whatever had prompted him to swim from the mainland and towards an island he could see from shore, he couldn't remember it anymore. Instead, he was aggressively shaking water from his thick, dark pelt, and muttering creative curses all the while. He would warm up soon, the hellish beast always ran a bit on the warm side, but it still wasn't exactly enjoyable. He plodded up the beach, chilly sand giving way beneath his ash cloaked paws. There was an interesting stone structure just waiting to be explored, glass windows stained with bird shit and scattered sand. Even better, it was right up at the edge of the sand, so he didn't need to walk very far. He stooped to fit through a fractured hole in the bottom corner of one of them, horns knocking a few stray shards free to land on the concrete with a soft tink, tink, in his wake. Out of the elements and ensconced in a strange shelter, a long sigh escaped him. That was already much better. Thick banner swaying gently across his hocks, the dark brute pressed deeper into the stone sanctuary. Weeds and grasses poked up through cracks in the smooth stone floor, while vines broke through the occasional hole in the ceiling. The light dimmed as he moved along, though there were windows all around. The beast picked his way across the debris littered ground towards a window, and found dark thunderheads closing in over the little island. No matter, he would simply wait it out. As the wind picked up outside, it howled past any gap in the walls and ceiling it could find, but couldn't break through the choking overgrowth to chill the air inside. Then, lo and behold, a fireplace, set into a solid, windowless stone wall. Well, it had been a little while since he'd lit a fire, but there was no time like the present to try. Many of the vines that hung through the ceiling were easy to trim, rearing up on his hind limbs to tear them down with his teeth. Once they were piled up in the tile lined pit, he simply struck some sturdy stones together until it caught. Greenery didn't always burn well, but the woody stems of the vines worked well enough. Flopping down heavily onto his ruby stained flanks, the damp male stretched his forepaws towards the flickering flames and waited for the warmth to settle all the way into his bones. SPEECH || actions || OTHERS

Having recently claimed the island that now belonged to Fenmyre, there were items that Chimera's new home needed. The odd items that he tended to enjoy could be found in the odd structures that could be found scattered around Boreas and Auster. There was one place that he knew in particular that held several of these strange buildings and it was on another island. Chimera's muscled form cut through the cold waters, his powerful legs shifting rhythmically until wide paws met the shore. He'd spent the majority of the day scouring the island and had a decent haul to take back to Fenmyre.

By the time he was finished inspecting the structures, the day was rather late. So, rather than swimming a pile of treasures across the water in the dark, he decided to stay on the island for the night. The two-toned beast left his haul on the beach, knowing that no one would touch it. Chimera hadn't encountered another wolf the entire time that he was on the island. With the air being as cold as it was, it would be stupid to sleep on the beach with his items. Instead, he trekked back into the island, deciding which building he'd like to utilize to keep himself out of the elements this night.

The golden flicker of firelight drew Chimera's attention immediately as he padded through the ever darkening island. The beasts eyes narrowed momentarily. A fire might be nice, he decided. Adjusting his course, the chimeric brute moved towards the firelit building. The scent of another male hit his speckled nose, but he didn't hesitate. Ducking below a piece of crumbled wall, Chimera's bulk entered the space. His eye adjusted quickly, landing on the resting form of an equally large man, curved horns adorning the top of his head. A low rumbled reverberated in Chimera's chest. "Would you mind sharing the fire?" He never asked for anything, but the other man had been here first so it was only right to ask permission.

Chimera Klein

TIME IS A BUTTERFLY, I'M RIPPING OFF WINGS Amber eyes had been drooping shut, lulled into calm by the flickering of the fire. As warmth seeped up his ash cloaked toes and up his limbs, it began to settle into his chest and face. Over the steady crackling of the woody vines burning away, he didn't notice the approach of another wolf. At least, until the man breached a hole in the walls nearby and the changing air currents pulled his scent into dark nostrils. Whiskey hued eyes snapped open, auds flicking towards the sounds of heavy paw steps on concrete. His muscles tensed in preparation for an attack from behind, but then the heady rumbling of a masculine voice rang out from behind him. "Would you mind sharing the fire?" the voice asked, and slowly the horned beast tipped his heavy skull up and over his shoulder to get a look at who had snuck up on him. Brilliant optics landed upon the titanic form of a two-toned male, split almost cleanly down the middle with alabaster and obsidian. Handsome, to say the least. Confidence was half of the allure, and this male had it in spades. Shoulders back, head held high, and the stink of females all over him despite the dilution that would have come with swimming to the island. There was a degree of self assurance to the hellish brute as he surveyed the stranger, making his own private assessments about what kind of man he was looking at. Dropping his head back down once more, he lifted a massive paw towards the empty space beside himself. "By all means, my friend. It's only going to get colder tonight, after all." he rumbled absently, keeping one eye cracked open to keep an eye on the stranger. Littered in various scars, this was clearly a male who could hold his own, and there was no telling the potential risk that might be posed. "Did you get caught by the storm, too?" he grunted, a half assed attempt at conversation with the stranger. Despite his proclivities with men who were just as easy on the eyes, he wasn't quite in the mood to try his luck. The fire was still working its magic, and there was all the time in the world left for him to get around to it if he changed his mind. SPEECH || actions || OTHERS

As the horned brute motioned Chimera forward, the hulking beast moved towards the fire, settling himself in close proximity to the blaze, but allowing enough space between himself and the other man for comforts sake. "Chimera, King of Fenmyre," the behemoth spoke, giving his name so that the man didn't have to call him 'friend' again. They were not friends. Obsidian toes flexed and extended, coming back to life as the warmth of the flames seeped into them. Not only had the storm held him up, but a long day of hunting treasures and useful things had left the kings body screaming for rest. Not everything had been out in the open. He'd had to smash down doors and sever vine. He'd had to unearth some things partially hidden. It hadn't just been casual hide and seek. Chimera had put his back into the haul that he had to take back to Fenmyre.

The man's question brought mismatched ears swiveling about and Chimera gave a rumble of though. "The storm, but mostly exhaustion. A nights rest before a long trek would be ideal." And if he could sleep beside a fire and not out in a hole somewhere, that was even better.

Giving his head a tilt, he looked towards the other man. "And you? This obviously isn't your home. Exploring?" He'd been caught by the storm as well, but was he here on a mission? Just adventuring? Had he washed up here?

Chimera Klein

TIME IS A BUTTERFLY, I'M RIPPING OFF WINGS The two-toned male lumbered closer, the subtle vibrations of each step felt through the ground. That one gold eye stayed open just a touch, until the male settled down a foot or two away. Then he returned to lounging in front of the fire, watching it flicker against he backs of his eyelids while he warmed up. "Chimera, King of Fenmyre," the man rumbled the introduction with the begrudging sort of formality that spoke of a man who was not well acquainted with the intricacies of social niceties. Which was decidedly unusual for royalty, since they tended to make their livelihood with honeyed words and carefully chosen speeches. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, the dark brute was far from the most pleasant sort himself. "Poe Mendacium, King of this fire." he replied with a hint of wryness in his deep voice, though his expression remained curiously blank. There was a brief moment of silence, punctuated by a thoughtful hum that came from deep in the King's chest. "The storm, but mostly exhaustion. A nights rest before a long trek would be ideal." he admitted finally, to which the titan bobbed his head lightly in understanding. There was no use fighting the swells when one's body was already battered from a long day's work. The warmth from the fire was beginning to settle deeper into his bones as it spread up his thick limbs, and lull his mind into a dangerous sense of calm. He was alone with a strange man, and he had yet to decide whether the stranger was trustworthy enough to doze off beside. "And you? This obviously isn't your home. Exploring?" the King questioned, and Poe could not quite bring himself to offer up the courtesy of opening his eyes to address it. Instead, he inclined his heavy skull slightly towards the man to acknowledge both his question and his presence, and chuckled quietly. "What gave it away?" he retorted, this time with a tiny grin toying at the corners of his inky lips. "I noticed the place just as the storm was rolling in, but I didn't realize how quickly the weather would turn, so now I'm waiting out the worst of it so I can properly explore." he said with a small shrug of his burly shoulders. There wasn't much else to it, and he certainly wasn't up to anything interesting. No, he was simply a bored beast wandering about in search of something to occupy his attention from one moment to the next. And now that some of the chill had been washed away by the flickering flames, and the dampness was slowly easing from his thick coat, he could focus on a new source of entertainment. "Were you hunting for supplies? Or perhaps a new addition to your collection, King of Fenmyre? You certainly smell like a man with his paws full." tact was not Poe's strong suit, though he was certainly skilled enough with words to get his point across. Satiating his own curiosity about the strange man who smelled like a veritable buffet of women was the easiest path to passing some of the time until the storm passed, and perhaps he could convince the King to take a walk on the wild side. Take a risk with something that might be outside of his usual desires. Poe was bored, and fucking Chimera, King of Fenmyre, would certainly be a fun waste of time. SPEECH || actions || OTHERS