Let Me Go

A call of panic railed through the air and the two-toned king dropped everything to race across the island. The call had come from the cells where both the slaves and the infected were kept. If something had happened to his children... No, he wouldn't think about it. Heavy paws beat across the sand, sending a cloud of debris in his wake. The fires were still well lit and he could see forms illuminated in the orange glow. Two were standing and one... one was not.

Skidding to a halt, Chimera instantly pulled Cerberus towards him, inspecting the boy for injuries and noting the raking wounds on his muzzle. He didn't seem to be permanently injured, though the fact that he had been was enough to incense the man. "What happened?" He demanded of his sister before he could finally remove his gaze from his son's face. It was only then that he note the prone form was that of Viper.

Now... one might think that Chimera would be terribly unfeeling, having felt mostly animosity towards the woman for the longest time, but he was struck with sorrow as he saw her laying there in a pool of blood and ooze, her body stiff and unmoving. He knew that she had been the one to injure their son by the blood that stained her lips. Whatever madness that came with this disease, it had taken over her completely. He had seen that every day that he came to check on her.

"Siren, see to Cerberus' wounds, please." He almost moved to take Viper away on his own, but at the last moment, he turned to the boy and offered, "Do you need to help me bury her?" Not want. Need.

"Chimera"