Bellyache

Was she really that surprised that he didn't greet her? Recluse hadn't exactly been a presence in his life. None of them had. Not his father. Not his mother. Not his older siblings. Not his brother. Just Siren. He only had Siren. Just thinking of his tiny, weak sister raised the boys ire.

Recluse chose her next words poorly. Anger smoldered in the boy's pink, seeing eye and he glowered as he watched his sibling circle him. He wasn't threatened. Chimera never felt threatened. "So you're just like Venom then. You speak of princesses and yet it doesn't matter that she gave your blood away as though Siren was a common slave." Lips pulled back from curved killing fangs. "I'll bet she didn't even ask Siren if she wanted to leave." No. He knew that his little sister would never leave him voluntarily. "Nothing that this family does is appropriate," he growled. For as much as the Kleins believed themselves to be high and mighty, they were fucked up. Each and every one of them.

Chimera was sure that Venom had spun some sort of story in her favor. Recluse mentioned being raised by their father and the two- toned boy scoffed. "I raised myself. Hannibal is gone. Deathbelle is gone. It's always been me and Siren to fend for ourselves." He did the best that he could. Chimera had different needs than most wolves. Sometimes those needs brought Siren pain, but surely there had been more good than bad. Afterall, he loved his delicate little sister. If he didn't, she would have been dead long ago.