MultiPets: the Chimera Knight

Katrina Arden wants to become a Chimera Knight, a hero in a world where animals and humans live and work together as one. With the help of a Wearwolf, a canine that transforms into armor, her wish may very well be granted.

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

Chapter 2, part 3

“I’m sorry about Jaime,” Katrina apologized to Wearwolf again as they left the Chardonnay residence. “She can get pretty frisky around rare specimens.”

“It is not a problem,” Wearwolf said, looking up at Katrina as he trotted alongside her. “So long as she never does that again. If she does more than sniff me, I may be forced to take drastic action.”

“I’ll be sure to warn her,” Katrina said as she put her hands in her pockets. Her expression soured as she looked up the walk. “Ah, geez.”

“What is the matter?” Wearwolf inquired. He followed her gaze forward and saw a young woman about Katrina’s age approaching them. She wore a pink dress and her golden blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose, bouncy curls.

“It’s Kumiho,” Katrina answered. “Don’t stand too close, or her perfume fumes will make you all woozy.”

While Kumiho smelled more flowery than most humans Wearwolf had encountered, the scent was not as overwhelming as Katrina made it out to be. They stopped just short of passing each other and exchanged blunt glances. Katrina was just slightly taller than Kumiho was.

“Katrina,” Kumiho said.

“Kumiho,” Katrina said.

“Did you enjoy the birthday present I got you?” Kumiho asked.

“I hadn’t the opportunity, as a matter of fact,” Katrina replied.

“I wanted to give you something useful,” Kumiho explained. “For when you’re living all alone.”

“Oh, is that it?” Katrina remarked. “I thought you might’ve been propositioning me.”

Kumiho glared at Katrina. Katrina glared back.

“So what brings you here this fine morning?” Katrina asked.

“I thought I’d pay Orion a visit,” Kumiho replied. “I thought he might like to go for a walk with me.”

“Well, he’s not home,” said Katrina. “In fact, I haven’t seen him since I left home this morning.”

“Is that a fact?” Kumiho inquired. “Excuse me if I don’t take your word for it.”

Kumiho stepped forward. Katrina stepped into her path.

“Trust me,” she said. “He’s not home.”

“Is he?”

“No.”

“So he is?”

“No.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Must we always play this game?” Kumiho asked.

“That’s up to you,” Katrina said. “Stop messing around with my boy.”

“I’ll stop messing with ‘your boy,’ as you put it, when you stop stringing him along,” Kumiho said. “Eventually, he’s going to get over this school boy crush of his and take interest in a real woman.”

“Think he’d settle for you instead?” Katrina asked.

“You don’t really think he’s going to chase after a butch tomboy like you forever, do you?” Kumiho asked back.

“I’m not ‘butch,’ Kumiho,” Katrina answered with severely pointing finger. “And I think he can do a lot better than you.”