The Duality of Wolf

Chimera had been hard at work as he always was. The stalls for the slaves needed to be reinforced to prevent their escape. He intended to care well for them, but they would still be forced to do things against their will. That was fine. The desires of slaves were less than nothing. They would bend to his will; carry out his every whim; or they would die. Some of them were destined to meet that fate anyway. There was no depravity too dark for Chimera to consider and deliver to his patrons. This was his kingdom and he was the ruling word. He was the law.

The soft call from Aliana brought Chimera's mismatched ears pricking. The beasts neck curled and he looked towards where she had been working on crafting a system of transport. Her call had spoken of a visitor and Chimera's eyes narrowed for a moment before he started off towards the beach, his long strides eating up the land.

As the snow and obsidian behemoth moved down the wooden dock towards Aliana, he inspected the man seated beside her. Man, boy, whatever. The black and blue brute wasn't much younger than Chi was, it looked like. As he neared, he paid no mind to Aliana. She would know that her presence was no longer needed. When the woman was gone, the man turned his dual-toned gaze back to the visitor. Chimera, King of Fenmyre. He gave his name and title. This wolf held a familiar scent, but he couldn't quite place it. No doubt the boy would give his name and his reason for visiting so that Chimera wouldn't have to ask for it.

Chimera Klein