Try To Shut Me Down

Born for this, was he? Again the two-toned brute chuckled, giving his blocky skull a shake. "Was I? I grew up barely seeing either of my parents. Siren and I raised ourselves. Born of that, maybe, but not for it." Chimera had made himself. Perhaps he'd been born with that sense of import, the knowledge that he was born for greater things, but everything that he was, he had made.

Reila went on to compliment his children, Cerberus in particular. "Yes," he agreed. "Cerberus is my heir. When I decide that I've had enough, he'll take over Fenmyre. Although that will be far in the future." He wasn't sick of being a king just yet, though he was grooming the boy so that he could take over at any point in time.

When Reila said that he'd raised them well, the brute grinned. "Have you met Scylla, my heathen daughter?" The girl was wickedly smart and very clever, but she had a wild streak that could not be tamed. He'd tried. No one even knew where she was half of the time. Skinning things, climbing trees, half way across the continent... It was worrisome. "The rest are a testament to the skill of their mothers," he admitted openly. "The three of them combined have raised a decent lot of pups." Yes, his influence was there as well, but they wouldn't be anywhere near as good without their mothers.

He was tired of talking about himself. It had never been something that he'd liked. "Tell me more about yourself, Reila." Chimera shifted to curl on his side, cheek on one extended foreleg so that he could look at the woman while she spoke.

"Speech"