Duties of a King

Cerberus had spent the last season taking practice patrols around the island and he was sure one day soon he would be running them on his own. While he was the oldest of Chimera's children, he never thought more highly of himself. He loved each and every one of his siblings just as much and sat on an equal plane as them. Cerberus had seemed to live or prefer a more secluded homebody life, but that wasn't necessarily the case. He hadn't known anything else but living in Siren's den and watching Albion and Scylla grow up beside him. Every bit of who he was was because of Siren, though he couldn't help but feel bad about how much Viper lacked in his life. He'd never see her as less than either though.

He heard Chimera call out for him, and a second call along with it. He was a bit puzzled but didn't let that hinder his attendance. He made it to the beach where his father waited before approaching without a pause. He dipped his chin slightly with greeting and a gentle grin, "Father." His rump found comfortable ground under him as he sat at an angle beside Chimera, wondering why he had been called today. He had grown almost as tall as Chimera but still had plenty of filling out to do.

"Cerberus Klein"