Sunsetter [Warship]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine

What a mess, everything was a mess, the raid that he wasn’t sure was worth the ware, the warning and subsequent loss of kingdom magic, nothing was right and nymph found himself unable to find his footing. For whatever reason he was on a downward spiral, unable to pull himself out the self-destructive behavior brought on by some odd aftershock of battle and godly intervention. It was mostly personal destruction, hyper-analysis of every sight and conversation between him and others, of Kimber and Warship.  Warship. The blood bay had not forgotten the sneer and scoff the black warrior shot his way at the kingdom meeting. That image had settled under his skin and festered spreading its toxic infection through him. Possessed him in a fever pitched haze that drowned him its obsession.

Nymphetamine wasn’t healed, not yet, and his body sore reality didn’t help his mood either, no all signs pointed to solitude, but Nymphetamine did not find solitude. No, in the days that followed the raid he went to search for Warship, and he had yet to be successful. Nah, the beast had gone back to the shadows or the mountains, but the bay would not have it,  Warship would face him and they would have it out. Last he actually spoke to Warship, he had been new to Chamber, a spy, and lowly ranked. The necromancer was defensive, hot-headed, and guarded before. Much had changed during the years the black stallion had slept away in the mountains, Nymphetamine was no longer a double agent or some lowly young thing. He was the Leader of the Peace Caste and a trusted valued member of Chamber, who had proven time and time again his loyalty to the Kingdom and its King. Warship was no longer “greater-than-thou” in the necromancer’s eyes but equals-- whether they liked each other or not. The Governor called out to the Advisor to show his face. Warship had left years ago, and Nymph would have an answer to the thought that had come to live under his skin. Nymphetamine was a mess, what happened next would surely be a tale for the story books.

Like a thorn to the Holy Ones

short and twisted, for dramz, and plot build up for mirsa boing boing time.  hahah