Chimera released a soft rumble at Siren's insistence that he'd left an impression with the slavers. He remembered the shredded face that he'd left behind and the slavers obviously did as well. It was good that they had. If the body trafficking brutes had done anything to Siren, he would have left a trail of corpses rather than just a scarred face. "Still," his voice was low. "You don't need to go out of your way for me." There was no need to Siren to do anything for him other than stay safe, preferably on their island.
The massive brute noted the direction that Siren looked in, but he refused to look at the two slaves himself. They didn't mean anything at the moment. He was enjoying this time together with his sister. They'd been...absent from one another for a while. He didn't like it, but he'd been busy. Busy with hunting and fighting, busy with Viper.
The tiny woman assured him that she wouldn't leave him and another rumble pulled from him before he placed another soft kiss upon her crown, his tongue and teeth dragging through the longer fur at the backs of her ears. This was how Chimera worked. He was filled to the brim with negative emotions and then he worked it out and was affectionate for a short while before the rage began to build again.
Chimera didn't care how long he made the two slaves wait. They were insignificant. In fact, he rather liked making them wait. Maybe at some point Siren would tell him about the second slave that she'd procured. He didn't know why she would need two slaves, so he assumed that it was a replacement for the first slave. Just thinking about Dalila raised the man's ire. He hated the woman.
"Chimera Quill Klein"
Chimera is a very adult character and takes part in very adult situations. Don't read his threads. Ever.
Chi has three black Tibetan Mastiff's as guards. Assume they're very close by.