Fight of ones life.

Near a river....a creature sat down and drank. It's body deformed....mixed between a lion and some hound. But under the pelt and mane...rested a very confused and Distraught human. Hiding and running from all those he came against...even those saying they will provide help. This poor soul could no longer trust any being....after traveling with a few...only to be let go and alone again. His mind, soul, and heart....beginning to fall apart. He began to grow tired and weak....and his spirit lower than it has ever has before. He believed that had no place in this world...and he was now just a mass of flesh and bone. Knowing he was now a monster. Rolego was his name.

After his drink, he looked down at the water. Looking at his reflection. Not being able to see much cause of the mane that shielded his eyes. His face held no expression after being beaten, spat on, cursed at....and so much more, he could not see hell being any worse. His eyes were void of any soul that was there before. He slowly beginning to believe that he was nothing but what he was called. He was a monster in physical form. But he knew that he was not that. He knew he could be trusted if given any chance, but, he knew that chance will never come.

He knew the military as well as the citizens....he was once of of them. Many if not most, wanted him removed. They wanted him dead. Even his own friends, knowing they would never listen to the words of a chimera. Even if he was their friend. All his tears were meaningless, all of his cries pointless, knowing no one will come. Staring in this reflection he saw the only person he could depend on...

He lowered his head in some defeat.....and turned his head away from the reflection....knowing...that no matter what. No one will never come to his aid and stay. Reality....could never hurt as much as this.

Rolego knew his future was never going to bring any good for anyone. He knew this well. Everything that had a calm face simply tossed him aside like dirt on the ground. He could not believe what his life was turning into. He never would have gone through this if he was still a human with his pet. But he never would have understood what being a chimera would be. Every day hiding, scavenging, finding a means of making a living. But, this was going to be his life till he could find a way to live...without the worry of being simply...well....himself now.

Rolego stood and shook out his fur and sniffed the air. He ate his fill today....but now he was looking for any place to sleep. The river had been his safe haven for a few days...but he recently found kids overlooking his spot. Making him have to flee in hiding. He knew that if he stayed for another night, he would be caught. So leaving now was the best option. He had a few spots all near civilization however and every day the city grows sometimes overtaking his old homes. He knew eventually he would run out of places...and he would have to leave his home city in general to find another city...maybe not even that.

He went to an a dark and twisted alley. It was no less that 500 yards from the river. His reputation and some horror stories based off of him keeps people out. Making his sleeps...a little more sweet. But the sweetness was always bitter. Knowing that even this place will be gone soon. Then he would have to move out for good. He walked into the deepest and darkest parts of the alley...where his coat more than just disappeared into the walls. There...he laid down. But held his eyes open and his ears erect. Scanning and listening. Making sure he was not followed. Also, to prepared himself for a a very unwanted fight.

The next day came. Rolego rose from his resting spot feeling physically and mentally prepared. But also.... exhausted beyond his dreams. He let his emotions out in one night...something that should have lasted for at least a few days. He did not want to move or even see the world around him. He was tired....he was weak. He also did not have any place anymore. He had to find it...again. Something he thought he would never have to do. But....he had to. If he were to survive...he no choice.

That night before, he let all of his memories and his sadness tear him down. All he had to now was to rebuild what he had lost. He knew a chimera, even one as he had a small chance in this world. Even though he did not know how or even if anyone will even listen. The one thing he learned in the military is that nothing is unattainable. Only, if one decided not to go down without a fight. He has been fighting everyday ever since the change....and he was ready go farther down into the fight into the grave....and through hell.

He looked forward after again shook his fur and also stretched. Knowing that this will be is final time being here. He had to move....and had to move to another place....even if it meant him moving into a new plain with a new language he had to learn. He had to start somewhere....and now was the time to do so and he was more than ready to face what the world now had to offer him. He walked his way out of the alley and into the light. With the same emotionless look. Then took a small course out of the city. leaving nothing but the dust he left behind.

(End of this thread)