In the Interim

It seemed that the bamboo poles were sufficient for the job. Good thing, too. The bastards had been fucking heavy. Chimera's shoulders and spine ached, but he had refused to make more than one trip, stubborn ass that he was. When Aliana asked if he needed a massage, he noted the slight look of concern on her face. He was devilishly handsome, but she couldn't be falling for him just yet. Perhaps she was truly just that nice.

Chimera gave his head a shake in the negative. "Finish your project." If it was a gift for Siren, his sore shoulders could wait. Besides... it might be interesting to watch the woman work. The gargantuan beast slid to his belly on the cool ground beneath the shade of some overhanging trees. He wasn't a daytime wolf for the most part. The bright light burnt his pink skin and hurt his pink eye. The shade wasn't terrible, but he wouldn't be able to stay out for long. Silently, Chimera hoped for clouds.

After a while, the brutes chin found its way down to rest upon one bent paw. His rose colored eye watched the slave girl work, but his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. In time, sleep claimed him. In sleep, Chimera looked peaceful. He almost looked as though there was no way that he was a bloodthirsty, abusive monster. Surprise surprise.

"Chimera"