Whose Dog Is This

Beneath a midnight sky dancing in the colors of the aurora borealis, Nimue is standing tall on top of a rather large boulder. She’d hoisted herself onto it, using her new claw accessories to help her in the pursuit. And now that she was perched on it, she was growling and swiping at something below, similar to a feline swatting at an annoying littermate. “Go away!” She says, catching the dog’s nose with her claws, which made it yelp. A whine followed, but the large canine still wouldn’t leave, even after it chased Nimue across the plains and wouldn’t leave her the hell alone.

The dog said something about Chimera commanding it to follow her around; said he was a gift from the monochromatic male, to help keep her safe. Yeah right. He wanted to keep tabs on her probably, because he could barely leave his den anymore. Last she saw him, he looked like a skeleton, his three wives clinging to his bony body. His weakness was starting to make her resent him, but more than anything, she felt sorry for him. Even if he was weak, he’d taken her in and given her a home. Not that she asked for one, but he’d never mistreated her. Hmpf. Why did shit have to turn out this way?

The dog released another woof, wagging its tail and encouraging her to come down and interact with it. But Nimue was stubborn, so she’d swipe at it again, growling and trying to drive it away.

"Nimue Vasanti"