What Happens in Fenmyre...

One closed eye cracked as the call rang out over the island. Chimera stretched and sighed. He hadn't planned on having any visitors today. As king though, duty called. At least he recognized the howl and knew that this meeting wouldn't necessitate strict diplomacy. The boy wanted something from him just as he had wanted something the last time. The first usage of the slaves had been a freebie. Now Artorias would be expected to pay. Chi only hoped that the young wolf was smart enough to know that.

Peeling himself from the pile of women around him, Chimera moved out of the suite of rooms, through the atrium and out the doorway that led towards the docks. Seeing Artorias, Chimera could see the pensive look on the boys face. The set of  the young wolfs shoulders, the scowl on his face, the determination in his eyes. Chimera raised one brow. "You look like you need to blow off some steam." Motioning for the young man to follow him, Chi turned and made his way towards the slave pens on the far beach.

The pair moved in relative silence until they reached the pens. Once they did, Chimera leaned against one thick wooden pole with manacles attached. There were several captives in the pens. Some new. Some old. "Might I suggest a woman," the brute rumbled. "There's no other feeling like roughing up a fae before you breed her." He then gave a little shrug and amended his statement. "Before, during, whatever." Each in their own individual pen were both brutes and faes. Whatever Artorias felt in the mood for, he could partake in. However, if he needed an ego boost, abusing a woman was the way to go.

"Speech"