11-04-2015, 03:40 PM
 Like a thorn to the holy ones Nymphetamine looked over the stag, he had heard him say that Chamber had attacked them, but he had not known of the fires. It resonated deep in him. Fire took his family; fire drove him here. But he wanted to know what lead to the attacks why did they happen at all? Sometimes raids happen, just for kings to prove themselves worthy. But large scale attacks many times are deeper than that. There seemed to be more too it that a bored stag wanting to show off. The blood stallion shook his head slightly, spires swiveling as distant sounds came on the wind. He had not meant place blame or secrecy on the olderstag- he just had more information to discuss. things that were coming together, that may be helpful or useful. Nay, Oldman. you do not speak falsely. I wish not to imply otherwise, I am curious what happened before Chamber raided. How did your feud begin? The connections to those he had already met were forming and the meaning of his position within this knowledge could be beneficial to him, or to others. How he used this information could be monumental for the life he would create here. He had to watch himself- or he would end up with no one at his back. Yes I have information....or maybe more of a proposal that might be of interest to you...maybe even your king. But public spaces would be ill suited for private friendly business, shall we take this to a place where listening ears are less likely? Nymphetamine knew nothing of the king of gates, and his willingness to take the path he is considering is largely due to the old stag, Magnus. There was something trust-worthy about him, and for now that is all he needed to know to take this step-- to dare to move towards danger. The Puppet Master: Nymphetamine They see him: Blood Bay Ghosts within: Alkah-teke x Arabian They Run From Him at: 16.2 He’s made it this far: 2 years Remember him by: He will always be a bit of a wander, and if he does settle down to one place or with one fae it will be later in life. He is sly and outgoing, and cares very much about family and keeping his word. He doesn't remember much of his family, but knows the fact he made it here to,well he isn't quite sure where here is, because of the sacrifice his parents made. Nymphetamine is the some of a pirate, if you will. The kind of horse that wanders into luck and fortune and seems to know the minute mischief is in the air. His father wasn't one to settle down either- until he met his mother. A fierce tongued fae with a dark heart, she understood and maybe even loved his father's distant, detached ways. Nymphetamine was very much a mix of his parents, fierce tongued and independent with a lucky streak to pull him through during rough times--or maybe stir things up. Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain.... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above onto me? For once upon a time On the binds of your lowliness I could always find the slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discoulours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine HTML Copyright To Tay. |