Nothing But A Ragdoll

Somewhere more private. It had been a simple response, but it said enough for her to understand. Chimera wanted to be somewhere alone, away from Viper and Siren and Dalila. The notion made Ali more than a little nervous, but she tried to keep herself calm by reminding herself to just use her training and not upset her master. She didn't respond verbally, simply giving an understanding nod mostly to herself as Chimera led them deeper into the foliage. Other than the occasional glance around her new beautiful island home, Aliana's eyes remained expectantly on Chimera, waiting for him to finish their trek or to give her another command. She watched the way he moved, the way those powerful, youthful muscles rippled beneath his monochromatic fur. Chimera truly was an impressive specimen of wolf, a far cry more powerful and threatening than any of the slavers had been, and more so still from the wolves that had come to buy their slaves. She could see why Chimera was a prince and Siren a princess; both wolves were astoundingly regal.

After walking for some time, the pair of them emerged into a grassy clearing surrounded by trees and bathed in warm sunlight. Aliana gazed around the clearing, admiring its natural splendor when she saw Chimera move, and then suddenly he was looking back at her. Her eyes met his for a second, then diverted down as she bowed her head. Don't look him in the eye. Grass shifted and when she looked up again, her tri-colored master was reclining into the grass, his powerful, athletic body stretching out while he relaxed. He spoke a simple sentence, but that was all it took for Ali to begin moving again. Chimera's muscles were sore; she would tend to him, make him feel better. Anticipate his needs and give in to every whim.

"Allow me to massage you, Master Chimera." Aliana stepped gracefully over toward her master, hips giving a subtle feminine sway with her every step until she had reached the massive brute. With him lying down and stretched out so, their size difference was even more obvious to her now. She came up to his side, looking over the large brute with awe and nervousness. She knew Chimera didn't like to be touched, but unless she had misread his words, this was what he seemed to want. She also had a feeling that if he didn't want this, he'd let her know with his teeth soon enough. Even while standing, Aliana only just stood taller than the lying Chimera, making their sizes just right to be able to reach him without having to climb over him.

Ali placed two delicate paws in between Chimera's shoulder blades and began to rub slow strokes up, then rolled them back down the opposite way to make a full circuit, repeating this again and again. She marveled at the taut cords of lean muscle in his body, masculine and athletic. She followed the training she'd learned from an older woman in the slavers' camp about tending to brutes. Start with the shoulders and neck, as males used them the most to carry their heads proudly and stand strong. Chimera was a prince, and he definitely had cause to use these muscles frequently. Working with her body weight, Ali followed the natural form of his body, pushing, rolling, and rubbing dainty paws through his fur and against tensed muscle to work out the knots of stress and strain he carried in his shoulders and neck, ears pricked to listen to his reactions and gauge what he liked and where she should focus.

While she worked, Aliana briefly regretted not having any of the oils they kept in jars back at the dens. They would have made such a good addition to the massage... Frowning to herself in disappointment, Ali turned her blue-green eyes out across the field, searching for something she could use instead. She knew Chimera didn't care for floral scents like lavender oils—far too feminine for him—but maybe... Her eyes lit up when she spotted a wild rosemary bush close by, as well as a patch of chamomile flowers. Both oils would help, and would be a much more masculine scent than the lavender or lilacs Dalila picked. Slipping away from Chimera momentarily, she trotted past his head toward the plants, picking a sprig of rosemary and gathering a few chamomile flowers before returning to his side. With enough effort, she should be able to squeeze at least a bit of oil from them to use.

"Some oil for your muscles, sir?" she offered while preparing the plants. "Rosemary and chamomile, something more fitting for the man of the island than the lavender the ladies use." She didn't begin using the plants right away, not wanting to have him smelling of anything other than himself if he didn't want it. There were several things Ali could anticipate from Chimera; his preference in fragrances was not one of them.

"Aliana"