In the Interim

After leaving the slave woman the day prior, Chimera had left the island to hunt and slake his other lust. In the end, he'd found a big, fat sow and had wasted no time ending its stinking, porcine life. The creature had bled and kicked and fought and bled some more, and it was exactly what the chimeric man had needed. Already he'd emptied her innards, the scavengers could enjoy those, but he'd taken great care in snacking on the unborn piglets that had been tucked within the pig. Tender little delicacies, all of them. With a full stomach, Chimera hadn't even wanted to begin lugging his kill back to the island until morning.

With a strap secured to his chest, Chimera pulled the big, bloodied pig back to the island on a pole drag. It wasn't easy going, but in time he managed. Getting the beast across the drifting barrel bridge would be more difficult, but he would manage that as well. In time, the sow was deposited in the deep, cold food cache and the pole drag was placed in a room at the top of the cache. With his muscles sore from the hunt and the trek, he'd planned to seek out the slave woman to make her ease his tension, but he caught her in his field of vision, moving purposefully away from the den with a stick i her mouth.

Crimson stained the mans pristine white coat, the blood still covering him from his hunt. He hadn't had time to wash it off just yet and it seemed that he wouldn't have time for a while still. The pull of curiosity was too much for Chimera. The blood spattered man made his way towards where Aliana had disappeared, pushing through the greenery himself until he came to where she'd obviously been working. Looking at the strange placement of sticks, the brutes eyes narrowed, the pale pink orb pinning on the woman. "What are you up to?" He didn't trust her and it showed in his voice. Chimera trusted no one aside from Siren and even she couldn't be wholly trusted.

"Chimera"