As I was basking in this euphoric feeling, an ash colored creature, the size of an average dog with red colored stripes slashed all over him, tackled me to the ground and began purring cutely.
Bellerophon had changed greatly in the past year. His wings, a testament to a young Chimera leaving behind his juvenile faze and entering his adolescent one, were ash colored and large for his age, already he could use them to slightly glide through the air, though full on flight was still a distant dream, since they were still too weak to carry his weight properly. But that was not the only difference, as a few tufts of hair around his neck began to thicken, the obvious foundation of his inevitably glorious mane, as well as four little, yet prominent bumps that had already emerged on the top of his head, the beginnings of his future crown of horns, the greatest tell tale sign of a Chimera King.
