Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

The lands grew quiet as the night went on. The rains blew by and left behind the sounds of crickets and frogs off in the distance as everything settled. Still the drops from the rain ran down the grapevines and the dense foliage. Reila was completely knocked out from the day and nestled here with Chimera. She couldn't even really remember falling asleep, only seeing him before everything went completely dark.

Late in the night her body twitched lightly in her dreams, nothing quite out of the ordinary or that would seem alarming. But really deep down inside her mind she was fighting and plagued by her past traumas. Everything was still too fresh for her. She could smell the pigs blood still whether that was from them being stocked on top of them or just reminiscent of when she was looking down at them bleeding on the stakes. She groaned nearly silently as she went to turn in Chimera's grasp under the cart with her belly more up than facing him.

She was not awake, but inside her head panicked as she felt the brute's arms around her. Everything she was seeing in her mind along with what was real all combined into a sense of fatal danger of the tournaments to her. Without much warning her jaws split opened and went to grasp Chimera from underneath his chin and cheeks. Her eyes may have been slightly opened now, but she was still lost somewhere inside her head ready to fight for her life. She couldn't remember this was Chimera, or where she was or anything about Fenmyre. She was just in this almost empty shell of herself.

"Reila"