In the Interim

Chimera slept and he slept well. Maybe it was the heat of the sun warming the ground. Maybe it was the steady noise of the slave woman as she worked. Whatever it was, Chimera hadn't slept so well in quite a while. The canopy of wide leaf trees that hung over the man kept the droplets of rain from wetting his fur. He vaguely remembered smelling the rain, but his mind refused to release its hold on sleep. Even when the grey and white fae came to wake him, Chimera was as stubborn as ever and refused to wake.

As Aliana extended her neck, placing her head close to him so that she could more easily try to wake him, one big foreleg snaked out, hooking around the fae's neck and shoulders, before drawing her in against his chest. The sleeping brute hugged her to him, adjusting his frame a little so that her much smaller form was molded to his chest and belly. This was something that he often did to Viper while they slept if she started muttering or rolling around too much. This wasn't Viper, but his subconscious didn't know that.

Chimera curled his neck, placing his muzzle upon his shoulder, thus creating a sheltered little cave of sorts for the woman's head. He continued to sleep, unaware of the rain that was slowly falling harder and harder. The gentle hiss of rain on the wide leaves above was even more soothing than the sound of the woman's work. Chimera, though a very clean brute, had slept in the rain many times. It didn't bother him. If anything, he very well may have liked it.

"Chimera"