Reporting for duty

Chimera paid no mind to the eagle. No one controlled the flight of birds. Anyone could inspect the territory of another at any time unless there was a full time companion flying about to murder every avian that passed over. No one had time for that shit. A king didn't have time to worry about the sky.

Ezra asked for a tour and additional information and Chimera nodded, motioning for the young wolf to follow him. "Did Artorias tell you what Fenmyre is about?" One brow arched as he questioned the lad. No doubt Art didn't get into the gritty details. "This island is a place of pleasure. Want to bed a wolf? Do it. Need to take your aggression out on someone? Do it. Feel the need to kill? Do it." The two-toned beast led the young warrior down the well worn jungle path until they reached the main complex. "This is where my family and I live. They are the reason that you're here. A few of my women are pregnant and I need added security until they wean the pups." All three of his women would be raising children at the same time. Viper as well, but she was no longer one of his women.

Leading Ezra through the complex, Chimera pointed out the different wings, various buildings and landmarks. He showed the boy a stretch of structures that he could choose from to make himself a temporary home. These were nestled at the edge of the jungle, staring out over the ocean. Hela resided in one of them and Chimera gave the boy a warning about the woman so he wouldn't be alarmed if she popped up out of nowhere.

Lastly, Chimera took Ezra to show him the slave enclosures. He stood back, letting the new recruit soak it in. Within the cells were males and females, separated by stone walls that were reinforced with the metal sticks that he'd found piled elsewhere on the island. They all appeared to be healthy and well cared for. Afterall, damaged, starving slaves didn't make as much money as plump, clean ones did. He wondered what the boy would think of the concept and waited for Ezra to absorb the situation.

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