Neo York. One of the last inhabited human cities. It was just like the humans of the past: a congestion of cars blocked up the road by the traffic lights, the buildings stood tall and proud, reaching for the black, smoggy skies, and humans walked about the side walk and into and out of buildings. The city was alive and thriving with humans: normal people, scientists, all of them survivors of the poluted earth they destroyed. This city was their haven.
But it didn't only belong to them. It belong to other creatures as well. Sure, some people had kimera companions, but it wasn't them who wander the streets. No, it were the stray kimera who had wandered into here for food and shelter. Kimera like Chikao.
He lurked in the darkness of an alley that was by the outer edge of the city. It was quietier here, but the sounds of traffic and people could still be heard in the distance. He was a long, purple kimera armed with slender quills. He body was equipped with black, decorative cloth and leather. He was rummaging through some old trash, his nose stuck into the garbage can. His red eyes searched and he rinkled his nose when he finally found some rotten chicken.... He narrowed his eyes before abandoning that ransacked trash and turning to different trash can. His stomach growled bitterly. He wasn't having a lucky day.
