The Duality of Wolf

The culture shock seemed to rock Artorias and Chimera could see the emotions warring across the brute's face. He needed a moment but it was okay, Chi would wait. Not all were able to accept the Fenmyre way and that was fine. The ones that believed that the world was all kittens and butterflies could just stay far the fuck away from his island. He didn't need that kind of negativity in his life, thank you very much.

After a long moment of thinking and silence, Artorias answered Chimera's question and the two-toned brute was pleased with the answer. The boy was almost caught. Chi was a bad man. He knew this and accepted it. So did all of the women within his power. They knew that he was bad, twisted warped. They loved him anyway. He had some redeeming qualities, but all in all, he was a bad, bad man.

Artorias spoke again and Chimera grinned. Perhaps the boy wasn't a lost cause afterall. He was willing to explore the darker side of himself. Artorias, you're a breath of fresh air. The behemoth chuckled. If the Hallows wolf wanted to explore his urges to see if he could be truly satisfied, then Chimera would do his duty as host to make that happen. Just this once. Next time, Artorias would have to pay.

The next question was a little odd and Chimera raised the brow above his milky, white eye. How did he get Siren to accept his sexual proclivities? I rule here and I have the final word in all things. The women bend to my will and I keep them as happy as a woman can be. As for the Queen... my sister knows what I'm capable of. She understand that my aggressive nature needs to be slaked and she understand that if my teeth don't tear into someone else, then they'll eventually tear into her. There was no shame in Chimera. He didn't care whether anyone knew that he was sleeping with his blood sister. No one else's opinion mattered to him. Any more questions? He asked the bewildered boy.

Chimera Klein