Reporting for duty

There was still surprised, somewhat shocked panic in the boys eyes, but Chimera let it slide. Ezra said that he didn't want to bite them, but hesitated. It was a new mental experience for the Hallows wolf and Chi couldn't expect him to just swallow it all immediately. At least he showed his emotional turmoil over the matter rather than trying to lie and hide it.

When Ezra admitted that he wasn't supposed to use his teeth, Chimera actually sneered. The two-toned giant's lip curled, flashing his rows of sharklike teeth to the sabered boy. "You would do well to learn them. Your teeth are a weapon and should be learned like any other weapon. Not using them is denying what you are. What you can do." The man shook his head. "It's not natural. Unacceptable." With another pull of his head, he motioned back towards the slaves. "I'll let you have one if the itch gets too bad. You need to learn what it's like if you're going to embrace the warrior potential within you. They aren't worth your pity, so give them none."

Who had taught him not to use his fucking teeth? Again Chimera's nose wrinkled and he huffed lightly. It was... irritating. There was no reason to hold back what you were. Not here. Not anywhere. By the end of their contact, Chimera was determined to have the boys teeth in some flesh. It would be his gift to him.

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