The Duality of Wolf

Artorias' words brought a deep, rumbling chuckle from the dire brute. He had expected the boy to deny having dark desires. Instead, he admitted that he knew the urge. It raised the lads standing in Chimera's eyes. He knew of the desires, though he'd been taught to repress them. We don't repress such things here. There's no need. If you weren't a slave, then you had the right to treat a slave any way that you wished. A wolf's strength kept them from being enslaved. If one was strong, they need never worry.

The boys next words were met with a huff of amusement. My women are special. Each has their own particular attributes to offer. Things that I require to be fully satiated. Pointed ears perked, sliding forward as he continued to look upon the Hallows wolf. Darker desires are reserved for slaves. Beings with no rights. He gave a light shrug after. Though all but my queen have felt the harsh edge of my teeth. Siren had felt those teeth as well, but only when they were younger. He had been a different beast then.

So you've come from the Hallows to extend a paw in friendship. Chimera's gaze was hard as he stared at the black and blue brute. Knowing what we do here and the practices that we keep, do you still extend that paw or will you run and tell the world that the King of Fenmyre is a bad man? Yes, he was teasing the boy a bit, but he truly wanted to know if Artorias would go and tattle. Chimera didn't need that kind of negative attention. He didn't need any attention at all.

Chimera Klein