Roots run deep

Much like he wasn't her type, she wasn't his either. Chimera preferred his women small so he could toss them around if he felt like it. There was no sexual attraction here, but there didn't need to be. The man was up to his neck in...yeah. With Siren, Viper and Aliana ready to be topped by him, he was satisfied. Part of him still wanted Dalila to bend to his will as well just for the challenge, but he was still satisfied if she didn't. There was no room in his life for another woman, so when he saw fae's out in the wilderness, that wasn't where his mind drifted at all.

The purple fae gave her name and he would return the gesture. "Chimera Klein, King of Fenmyre." It was the first time that he'd thrown his title about since claiming his throne. He didn't do so in a pompous way, but inside he did feel a little giddy. She asked him to walk with her since they were going the same way and internally, the brute sighed. Externally, he simply nodded and began walking. She would keep up or she would be left behind. That was that. Though with their similar size, he doubted she would have trouble.

As was the way with women, she filled the silence with talk. She asked if she could question him and the two-toned brute merely grunted in response, one ear flicking in her direction to show that he was listening. The woman was curious about Boreas. He was now a resident of Auster, but having lived in Boreas all of his life, he would have more knowledge of it than a newcomer. Though he hadn't said so, he was a little curious as to what she would ask.

Chimera Klein