Sorry, I've Been Eating Dessert

Frustration burned within the striped brutes chest and his mood was noticeably foul by the expression on his kingly features. He wasn't even angry at anything in particular, and yet he was angry all the same. He'd made himself weak for a moment, losing control of himself like that and giving in. He'd given in to a base desire, which, considering what Fenmyre was all about, shouldn't have been a big deal. However, giving in with a man... giving in with this pale, slave... it seemed to be somehow beneath Chimera. And yet it didn't seem beneath him at all. There really was no explaining it. Not thoroughly. That was the point of the frustration. He was the king. Why shouldn't he take whatever he wanted including a piece of property? Erystotle had been bought and paid for and belonged to Chimera the same as a piece of livestock belonged to him. He could use livestock as he pleased.

With the wood on the pyre, Chimera started the fire that would soon reduce it all to ashes. He had expected Erystotle to obey his orders and head back to the keep, yet the sound of soft paws on sand accompanied by a nervous voice proved that the man needed more training. The beast turned, his lips curled back as though ready to hail insults and derogatory remarks on the man, but the look on Erys' face stopped him. The pearlescent brute looked terrified. He knew that he was going against his masters orders and he didn't know what the outcome of that transgression would be.

Chimera stared at the smaller man, unsure of how to respond. He wanted to reprimand him for disobeying but he also wanted to wipe the look of anxiety off of his face. In the end, after a long, drawn out silence, Chimera sighed, the aggression washing out of him. "Go back to the keep." He would not tell him a third time. Chimera needed to be alone. He needed to think. He needed Siren.

"Chimera Klein"