A Gaping Hole Where My Heart Should Be

It was a dream. He knew it was a dream. The colors were a little too vibrant. The details were a little too fuzzy. There was a foggy haze covering the ground of the leafless forest and that fog was far too ethereal for the waking world. A massive moon illuminated the land, making the fog appear thick enough so that Chimera couldn't even see his paws touching ground.

Despite knowing that this was a dream, Chimera trailed the shadowy form of a great, black buck anyway. If he was here, he should at least make it worthwhile, right? The brutes gaze caught flickers of black between the tall, white trees and he knew that he was on course. The buck was leading him on a merry chase deeper and deeper into the foggy birch forest. Was it leading him to something in particular? That would be just like a dream. Chimera needed no lesson, no epiphany or anything of the sort, so he hoped not. He just needed to catch the antlered shadow.

Passing a thick stand of birch, the buck surprised him by leaping out from behind the trees and rocketing away down the natural path. Fog swirled across the ground in its wake and Chimera gave chase. Mismatched ears tucked back against the king's skull and his thickly muscled legs pumped. He flew over the land, a growl on his lips as with each stride he grew closer and closer to the heels of his prey.

"Chimera Klein"