Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Mast]

[Nymphetamine]

 
Time had gotten away from him. How long ago did he walk up to Chamber? How long had it been sense he last saw Mast, Magnus, or hell Keeva? Bitterness stung the back of his throat as the fae's name crossed his mind. He had promised not to think of her again. She had left him, vanished without notice, without a sign of where she went. He had left Chamber and searched for quite some time, he hadn't told Straia, but the invisible raven that tattled on him was sure to have updated her. The young stallion was sure Straia wasn't pleased with him, but it was something he had to do, Straia be damned. The search had taken him all over Beqanna. He had over heard many tidbits of information, but nothing too specific. The necromancer was a failure as a spy. He had managed to spend a long time tie jsut existing and yet had no information. Ok that was a bit of a lie, he had plenty of information, but how much of it was useful? That would be up to Mast...and Straia.

He had dreamed of his meeting with Mast many a time. How would it go? Would Mast still trust him? The autumn sun warmed him, as he moved, the brisk night chill just rolled in as he moved out of Chamber, towards the common lands in hopes to find the deer king. Nymphetamine was glad he didn't have to act like he didn't know the leader of Gates, He was glad he was about to be as much himself as possible. The tricky part was navigating the conversation with the Raven.  The babysitter that held him captive to the raven queen's will. Even if he didn't want chamber to have the upper hand, he had little choice but to allow it. 

The blood bay moved with ease, it was nice to get out of the ash infused air, to stretch his legs, to flee from all the drama. So much had happened, but so little of it was related to the spy game. The sun was setting as he entered the forest. Long shadows stretched across the ground from the trees, that grew more dense as he moved further in. Nyhpetamine slowed his pace, the Deer King could be anywhere, and with his shifting form, it was hard to tell him from the legitimate deer. He didn't look for a clearing, he wanted the shadows to conceal their meeting, if he would be so lucky. 

Mast was hard to track down, but the bay whispered for him, hoping some forest spirit would hear is plea and send on his message. Not that the necromancer believed in forest nymphs or anything, but it couldn't hurt. "Come on Mast.... where are you hiding..." The words were not really directed to Mast, but more a whispered plea. Nymphetamine needed to prove useful soon, of surely Straia would make good on her promise to make his life hell. 

As he waited to see if Mast would appear his thoughts turned to Kimber, and their rather intense encounter in the shadowed woods of Chamber. He smirked, at least he had managed to take that from Warship. He sighed, the young stallion would have to go find Warship again- they never did finish their conversation. Warship would have to wait until he had delivered on the promise to spy for chamber...and for gates. 

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain

ooc: ADHD post....@[Mast]