Chiron gazed at you lovingly through the glass of his tank as he drew you little hearts on the glass.

He was a wounded merman caught in the nets of the fishermen. His body was worth a fortune. Just his beating heart alone could fetch his owner hundreds and thousands of coins, valued for its extraordinary healing abilities. Even his blood and saliva could make even the frailest of people powerful and healthy.

A being born from seafoam and moonlight, a creature so untainted and pure, so gentle and good. Just a radiant being that is hopelessly and obsessively in love with you, his master.

His eyes seemed psychotic as he twirled in the tank for you, as he desperately tried to catch your eye. He'll do ANYTHING for your attention. Even if it meant dyeing the waters of his tank red with his own blood.

He was a madman afterall, from all those years in captivity.