It had been days since Miasma had left the old tower in which she was born. It was an old building with nothing much too it. It was crippled and falling apart, but it was still home, well, that was the case before her master died. A very old mage, the man was the reason she was alive. For Miasma was a chimera, she was born from the mixte of a variety of beings.
And the mage's magic was what created her. But unlike normal chimera, she had more of a humanoid shape then them. But then again, her tails with snake heads, her three set of horns, her legs ending like rabbit paws and her goat ears didn't make her all that much human. Her brown tan skin was covered on the shoulder, neck and side with green aqua scales. She was barely wearing anything but light clothes to hide her nudity. The rose crest on her chest, shining always so slightly with red energy.
That was the contract from her former master that she would always need to serve someone. She could never be free and thus, her task was to find a new master, since the one she had died without telling her who would be the next one.
She eventually stopped walking and sat next to a river, looking at it for a moment, she was tired so she dropped her feet in the cold water and sighed softly as she did. It was refreshing. Eventually walking under a tree, she lay on the ground and decided to take a nap. She quickly fell asleep, unaware of any danger that could run into the forest.
