Chimaera is another deity who prefers non 'human' form. Ancient texts describe him as one of the deities who personify the storm wind and is described by Homer as having the head of a lion, the body of a goat and the tail of a dragon. 

Chimaera's appearance in ancient texts is as the victim in Homer's tale of Bellerophon, son of the cursed house of Sisyphus the King of Corinth whose murder of a countryman resulted in flight to the court of the King of Argos. Unfortunately for the handsome young Bellerophon, the King's wife took first a fancy to him then a loathing so bad she persuaded her husband to kill him. Unable to, he sent Bellerophon off to his relative the King of Lycia bearing a tablet which read, unknown to the brave hero: 'Kill the bearer.' But Iobetes too came to like the youth and could not do it himself, though knew that someone had to.
    Thus Bellerophon was asked to go kill the terrible fire-breathing monster Chimaera that was so burning the Lycian countryside and crops. It was a brilliant plan, for no one had ever come back when given this mission.

According to the tale, Bellerophon saw and seized Pegasus, the fabled flying horse, whose unwillingness to be ridden would have exhausted the young man's efforts had not Athena appeared to him in a dream, laid a golden bridle beside him and urged him to get back up on the horse.
    He and the horse of Heaven soared into the sky and galloped off to find the Chimaera, whose fiery breath could neither reach nor match the rider who rained down arrows until Chimaera's fire was extinguished by blood. The hero landed, dismounted, cut off Chimaera's hairy head and carried it back to the King, whose plans had both succeeded and failed. So mission impossible was followed by another, and another, defeating murderous robbers, Amazons and finally even King Iobetes' own desperate ambush. 

Given such good fortune, Iobetes - and everyone else - believed the youth to be invincible thanks to the Gods. Bellerophon too believed such publicity, but as time passed thought it less and less to do with the those higher up.
    In due course the curse returned, his horse bolted and as Homer said of Bellerophon's end: '...woes heaped on woes consumed his wasted heart.'  

According to some accounts, Chimaera is the son of Typhon and Echidna, half nymph, half scaly serpent. 
    Being the offspring of such a potent God of Storm wind, and credited with being a storm deity himself, it seems unlikely Chimaera would be so earth-bound, unable to engage in aerial combat.
    A good moral tale, is Bellerophon's but ultimately wrong in one crucial respect. 
    Chimaera is not dead.

Chimaera's presence is seriously scary. He actually has a serpent-like body, but his head is half-human-like, with some spiky hair and tiny human-like ears but he has black eyes and a squat animal-type nose, in fact his mouth and nose are feline like a cat. Apart from this he is three quarters serpent, one quarter 'human', and his voice is a hissing whisper:

"I am Chimaera. One of the mightiest of my kind. You pay me homage. The first time ever. In ancient times I was not honoured, I was feared, therefore I admire your courage. I Chimaera can do anything. The priestess trembles and so she should. For centuries I am forgotten, so someone has to be punished. You have been given much as gifts, so show your courage. Stop trembling!"

'...I was picked up by the throat and then thrown high in the air. Then I landed and felt as though red hot irons were being passed through my body and how I didn't scream I don't know, I was crying and sobbing. Then he started on the soles of my feet. It was excruciating.
     "This is my idea of Olympic Games. Scream at your peril." He said and I was jumping with pain. His presence is so huge and he is so frightening to look at.
   "You think me cruel, a monster. I am cruel, yet this cruelty gives you power that no other mortal has. Bear with it. I am being so gentle with you. It does you much good.

One mortal heard me in one of my temples. His Minister told him he had heard Satan. The Minister was not found next morning. He is now awaiting my pleasure, which is far worse than anything you are suffering."
    The rods kept going through me and I was trying not to scream or faint. Several times I nearly fainted.
    "Enough!" He roared and I felt talons or claws push me down onto the ground. It was very painful. "Mortals are full of greed and hate. And some are evil. I hate mortals for what they have done. You recognise us and so I do not hate you. You honour me on my special day. 
    Great festivities are about to commence. I am grateful you remember me and offer wine, sweet wine is what is needed. I rarely give blessings. If you want blessings you may have them. You have my admiration and whatever you wish for, within reason, should come about. In time."

Festival of Chimaera - 17th December