Purloin

Running out of energy, Nimue’s squirming slowed until she became still beneath Chimera. Huffing and puffing, struggling to catch her breath, she kept trying to push him off but it was futile. An eerie silence had settled between them- but it was broken shortly after she stopped resisting. The male’s voice boomed out above her, staking his claim over her as if she were a piece of meat. A little snarl bellowed inside of his chest as he lifted himself off of her- paws scrambling as she regained her footing and glared up at him.

Chimera, king of Ashen. She was his apprentice now. The island over there was his family’s stronghold and her new home. She scoffed, tongue rolling inside of her mouth to click on the roof. She didn’t care for his insight or compliment- she was pissed about this whole experience. “I won’t make this easy for you, old man.” She nearly hisses, standing firm when he motions for her to follow him. But as he keeps moving away, she suddenly feels compelled to follow. Only because she was still hungry and now, exhausted. Grumbling under her breath, she drags her paws behind him- making it obvious, that she was reluctantly following him.

She was expected to train hard, and show the king's kids how to behave- how unusual, given she was a stranger, and a bratty one at that. “I’m not a babysitter.” She grumbles under her breath, ears pinning as she glares out into the scenery of the estuary. She forgot to take her bird with her- oh well. This guy said he would feed her, right? “Nimue- Nimue Vasanti” There was an emphasis on her sire name- she wore it with pride, because it was the only proof of her family’s existence left in the world.

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