 Like a thorn to the holy ones Nymphetamine had been here only a matter of days. He had only observed from a far the others here. He had much to learn about this place, and how those who called this area home did things. To be sure of anything here would be farce. He knew himself, and was gaining an understanding of the only soul he had conversed with thus far. The sun was still high enough in the sky, he had time still before he had to worry for cover and nightfall. The depth of his pools looked at the relaxed nature of Magnus. The scars across his flanks showed he had earned his rights and rank, his ease in approaching unknown visitors showed courage. The sandy stag had wit, possessed some skill to survive the scars on his sides and health to heal so well. In a new land that is what Nymph needed most, perfection could wait. Your home sound interesting. What of the others who live there? He reached down and scratched his head on his knee, keeping his wits about him. While he is willing to be more relaxed, considering the recruitment, better safe than sorry. HE was curious about this group of beasts, he could learn from them if the older spoke true. I could go, but I won't promise to stay--forever is too long." ooc: not your fault! I should have checked my HTML after not using it for years and on a different type of forum board! 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. |
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