Nothing But A Ragdoll

As quickly as Chimera's unexpected affections had happened, the brute was swiftly snatching them away, and Aliana found herself going from wound up in his arms with his mouth claiming hers to being tossed across the grass as the tri-toned brute rose brusquely to his feet. She blinked in confusion, peering up at him with ears folded back to her head. Had she done something wrong again? Had she been too receptive of his actions, or not receptive enough? Or was he just done with her for now? The not knowing was the hardest thing with Chimera. It meant she never knew if she needed to correct anything or if this was just who he was. She didn't rise to her paws right away, instead remaining prostrate on the ground beneath him as he gave orders to return home and get herself cleaned up.

She nodded her head to show she understood, slowly getting to her feet. She tried to hide the wince of pain as her motions pulled at her fresh wound, thankful that she didn't yelp or stumble as she got back up. "Yes, Sir, I will," she replied simply, already knowing she would spend the remainder of the day as close to the den as possible, most likely tending to the injuries left behind from his teeth and the soreness of her body from other parts of him. Chimera started heading back for the den while Ali turned and limped her way to the nearest shore. Trying to walk without all the feeling having come back to her legs yet was an odd sensation. With a little bit of difficulty, she made it to the water, very carefully washing away the remnants of Chimera's lusts from her matted fur. She reeked of his scent, his smell blanketing her, claiming the fae as his even though he was long gone.

Ali tried not to dwell too much on what had happened, though the aches were a constant reminder of the pounding she'd received from the brute, reminding herself that this was her duty, this was what he expected and wanted from her. Using the cool ocean water to help her sore muscles, Ali waded in until she could easily rinse her coat clean, carefully running some salt water over the wound Chimera had cleaned for her. The sting as it was cleaned made her flinch with a quiet gasp, but the relief that came immediately after was worth it. Was this what Siren and Dalila had been trying to warn her about? And what about Viper? The woman had glared at her like she was some sort of threat. Had all of them known of Chimera's proclivity to violent sex? Had they known she'd end up beneath him, between his legs and between his jaws?

As she finished cleaning herself, Aliana waded her way back to the shore, replaying the event over and over in her mind. Despite everything, one thing continued to play on her mind. As rough and aggressive as Chimera had been with her, he had also shown a gentleness and kindness for her. The way he held her after, the way he cleaned the ragged wound he'd created... Chimera was much like his handsome coat: a dichotomy of a personality. Hard, violent, dangerous, but also protective, concerned, a dominant provider through and through. He was volatile, but he wasn't a monster. He was a wolf with needs, desires, demands; he gave to them and he expected things in return. It wasn't malicious or evil—it just was. By the time Aliana had made it back to the den, Chimera was gone, his scent trail headed for the only way off the island. With her newfound understanding of her role in Chimera's life, Ali slipped silently back into the den, seeking out some medicines before she would continue to tend to his home and have things immaculate for when he returned.

"Aliana"