[private] This heart, this barless prison (violence)

[Nymphetamine]

Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones

Time had a way of just moving on, it made no regard for anyone. It didn’t take into account anyone or their affairs. Time just slowly ticked by while leaving some behind. Nymphetamine was one that was left behind. The blood bay tried to move forward, as he worked within Tephra to regain status and standing within the new world order. But with everyone and everything he had grown to love and care for --gone, he just didn’t have it in himself to put the work in to start over. Offspring had tried, giving him position to help lead the diplomats as he rebuilt Tephra from its quiet slumber.  For a time the bay thought it would work, but he fell away, back to the borderlands. The darkness seemed to hold him fast and he a powerless captive to its hold.  


So it wasn’t surprising that the immortal necromancer was shifting through the depths of the forest, escaping the summer heat under the canopy. He had no real purpose, and he simply moved through the trees aimlessly. His body in shadow, as small patches of rust stained coat, flashed in the scant light that fought through the leaves, he allowed the facade to fall. He had held his face so calm and sure, for so long and he was glad to relax… both mentally and physically. His body found a large cherry tree and allowed himself to lean against it.  He had sensed no one around and that seemed as good a place as any to relax. Several slow long breaths came and left his lungs, his barrel expanding and contracting to accommodate the intake of air. If only Nymph felt as calm and at home in the world as he did in the depths of the shadows. Oh how things had changed.    

NYMPHETAMINE

@[Violence] short post... muse is stubborn.