running out of muse

Chaos' brows raised at the tall creature who approached him - quite casually, considering that creature's species, and his own. His nephew Jupiter had taken the time to present the three slaves he'd managed to win in the auctions, but it was still strange to him to have a prey animal simply wander up to him to have a chat. "Ah," he drawled, "I like this new meal delivery service. Hello, Lunch." He gave the horse a lazy, tooth-bearing grin. Something peered over the horse's back at him, and Chaos eyed it back. "Though on second thought I'm not sure I'd eat anything that sort of weird growth on their neck."