Bellyache

Chimera · 10-08-2020, 01:27 AM

After his departure from his former home. Chimera had wandered, looking for a place to nurse his wounds. Venom had done a number on his shoulder. The deep furrows had attracted flies, which had then housed maggots in his skin. The young wolf only knew to smother them with mud and water. Now, the maggots were gone, but the wound hadn't been properly tended to. That was what Siren was for. She was supposed to take care of him and Venom had given her away as though she was nothing more than a piece of poorly tanned fur. The two-toned brute was still incensed over it. How dare she? And then she tried to justify it. By the gods, Venom would get hers.

The brightness of day forced Chimera into hiding as well, so he didn't travel as far as he'd wished to. He had no trouble believing that Venom might send her Armada dogs after him to run him down. And so, when he came out of the alcove of rock in the evening and saw a wolf sitting upon one of the stone slabs, His pelt bristled. The dire boy walked stiffly out into the open. He held no fear. Mismatched eyes one seeing, one not, narrowed, looking up towards the pale woman. If she had something to say, she would say it. He wouldn't be the first to speak.

"Speech"

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